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