Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph.

When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experience ?in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes.

A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)

Humankind can't stand too much reality.

The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonored shroud.

The Nobel is a ticket to one's own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it.

The end is where we start from.