Signs are taken for wonders. / 'We would see a sign!' / The word within a word, unable to speak a word, / Swaddled with darkness.

Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

We do not pass twice through the same door Or return to the door through which we did not pass.

What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.

Human kind cannot bear much reality.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

To each individual the world will take on a different connotation of meaning-the important lies in the desire to search for an answer.