There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song - but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny.

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?

What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?

I need the sea because it teaches me

Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

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