And I rejoiced in being what I was.

Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line.

What falls away is always. And is near.

I am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words.

In the kingdom of bang and blab.

A too explicit elucidation in education destroys much of the pleasure of learning. There should be room for sly hinters, masters of suggestion.

In this place of light: he dares to live Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings Against the immense immeasurable emptiness of things.