What can be seductive about the eternal nothing is that the finest day is indifferently this one or any other like it.
Man is able to do what he is unable to imagine. His head trails a wake through the galaxy of the absurd.
Be gful to the man who cares nothing for your remorse. You are his equal.
A poet should leave traces of his passage, not proofs. Traces alone engender dreams.
A poem is the realization of love. . . .
Each act is virgin, even the repeated ones.