What Homo sapien imagines, he may slowly convert himself to.

Language is a spiritual mansion in which you live and nobody has the right to evict you.

I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos.

I have, perhaps, a slave-like constitution which is too easily restrained by bonds; it then becomes rebellious and bursts out in a comic revolution.

Each man has his own batch of poems.

... an era of turmoil and ideological confusion, the principal phenomenon of the present age.

You can spend the entire second half of your life recovering from the mistakes of the first half.