We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.

I feel often very close to the ecstasy and anguish which lie at the very heart of poetry - I am writing a lot.

It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.

in the very long run any success devours - and perhaps also corrupts.

We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.

At any moment solitude may put on the face of loneliness.

True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.