I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

I try. I fail. I try again. I fail better.

I have always been amazed at my contemporaries’ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

Poetry is essentially the antithesis of Metaphysics: Metaphysics purge the mind of the senses and cultivate the disembodiment of the spiritual; Poetry is all passionate and feeling and animates the inanimate; Metaphysics are most perfect when concerned with universals; Poetry, when most concerned with particulars.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear