I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.

To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy. In order to arrive at what you do not know You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance. In order to possess what you do not possess You must go by the way of dispossession. In order to arrive at what you are not You must go through the way in which you are not. And what you do not know is the only thing you know And what you own is what you do not own And where you are is where you are not.

Hungry Hatred, will not strive against intelligence self-interest.

Think neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices are fathered by our heroism. Virtues are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

The destination cannot be described; / You will know very little until you get there; / You will journey blind.

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.