The slogan of Hell: Eat or be eaten. The slogan of Heaven: Eat and be eaten.

What is a Professor of Poetry? How can poetry be professed?

The trees encountered on a country stroll Reveal a lot about that country's soul ... A culture is no better than its woods.

The friends who met here and embraced are gone, Each to his own mistake.

It's frightfully important for a writer to be his age, not to be younger or older than he is. One might ask, "What should I write at the age of sixty-four," but never, "What should I write in 1940."

Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.

The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead.