Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being helpless prey to impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, drops him, promises and betrays, and -crowning injury- inflicts on him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself.

Poems are never finished - just abandoned

Fidelity to meaning alone in translation is a kind of betrayal.

A man who is 'of sound mind' is one who keeps the inner madman under lock and key.

The purpose of psychology is to give us a completely different idea of the things we know best.

All nations have present, or past, or future reasons for thinking themselves incomparable.

Serious people have few ideas. People with ideas are never serious.