A poet should leave traces of his passage, not proofs. Traces alone engender dreams.
Be gful to the man who cares nothing for your remorse. You are his equal.
How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.
Develop your legitimate strangeness.
Man is able to do what he is unable to imagine. His head trails a wake through the galaxy of the absurd.
How can we live without the unknown before us?