Light is time thinking about itself.
For every language that becomes extinct, an image of man disappears.
To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes; to hear it is to see it with our ears.
Humankind is never what he is but the self he seeks.
It is always difficult to give oneself up; few persons anywhere ever succeed in doing so, and even fewer transcend the possessive stage to know love for what it actually is: a perpetual discovery, and immersion in the waters of reality, an unending re-creation.
The purpose of poetry is to restore to mankind the possibility to wonder.