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.
Trust firmly in your luck, cling to your happiness, and dare to take risks.
Develop your legitimate strangeness.
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