Thought must be hidden in the verse like nutritional virtue in a fruit.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
That which has been believed by everyone, always and everywhere, has every chance of being false.
To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.
Love is being stupid together.
The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.