Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow
There is no absolute point of view from which real and ideal can be finally separated and labelled.
Any poet, if he is to survive beyond his 25th year, must alter; he must seek new literary influences; he will have different emotions to express.
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
If you want it you must obtain it by great labor.
It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous. Resign yourself to be the fool you are... ...We must always take risks. That is our destiny.