To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes; to hear it is to see it with our ears.

By suppressing differences and peculiarities, by eliminating different civilizations and cultures, progress weakens life and favors death

Art is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers... What we call art is a game.

Enormous and solid but swaying, beaten by the wind but chained, murmur of a million leaves against my window. Riot of trees, surge of dark green sounds. The grove, suddenly still, is a web of fronds and branches.

Humankind is never what he is but the self he seeks.

Social criticism begins with grammar and the re-establishing of meanings.

Art is what remains of religion: the dance above the yawning abyss.