For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)-they are experiences.

It’s possible, I’m moving through the hard veins of heavy mountains, like an arc, alone; I’m so deep inside, I see no end in sight, and no distance: everything is getting near and everything near is turning to stone.

A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.

Do continue to believe that with your feeling and with your work you are taking part in the greatest; the more strongly you cultivate in yourself this belief, the more will reality and world go forth from it.

He reproduced himself with so much humble objectivity, with the unquestioning, matter of fact interest of a dog who sees himself in a mirror and thinks: there's another dog.

Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor future lessens . . . . Superabundant existence wells in my heart.

I am so glad you are here. It helps me realize how beautiful my world is.