I need the sea because it teaches me

I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.

Laughter is the language of the soul.

I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.

Hay algo más tonto en la vida Que llamarse Pablo Neruda? (is there anything more insane in this life than being called Pablo Neruda?)