Man cannot bear his own portrait. The image of his limits and his own determinacy exasperates him, drives him mad.
To penetrate one's being, one must go armed to the teeth.
If the Ego is hateful, Love your neighbor as yourself becomes a cruel irony.
Poems are never finished - just abandoned
To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.
Though completely armed with knowledge and endowed with power, we are blind and impotent in a world we have equipped and organized-a world of which we now fear the inextricable complexity.