Man is able to do what he is unable to imagine. His head trails a wake through the galaxy of the absurd.
For an inheritance to be really great, the hand of the defunct must not be seen.
A poet should leave traces of his passage, not proofs. Traces alone engender dreams.
To be a poet is to have an appetite for a certain anxiety which, when tasted among the swirling sum of things existent or forfeit, causes, as the taste dies, joy.
What comes into the world to disturb nothing merits neither attention nor patience
Each act is virgin, even the repeated ones.