Soft as the earth is mankind and both need to be altered.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find our mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love.

I don't think the mystical experience can be verbalized. When the ego disappears, so does power over language.

A poet, qua poet, has only one political duty, namely, in his own writing to set an example of the correct use of his mother tongue, which is always being corrupted. When words lose their meaning, physical force takes over.

What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves.

To choose what is difficult all one's days, as if it were easy, that is faith

Of all possible subjects, travel is the most difficult for an artist, as it is the easiest for a journalist.