The power of verse stems from an indefinable harmony between when it says and what it is.
[Beauty is] that which makes us despair.
An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.
The world acquires value only through its extremes and endures only through moderation; extremists make the world great, the moderates give it stability.
Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.
To write regular verses destroys an infinite number of fine possibilities, but at the same time it suggests a multitude of distant and totally unexpected thoughts.