To penetrate one's being, one must go armed to the teeth.
A real writer can be recognized by the fact he doesn't find words. Therefore he must search for them and while doing that, he finds better ones.
Long years must pass before the truths we have made for ourselves become our very flesh.
The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
We are wont to condemn self-love; but what we really mean to condemn is contrary to self-love. It is that mixture of selfishness and self-hate that permanently pursues us, that prevents us from loving others, and that prohibits us from losing ourselves.