Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.

Far from his illness The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests, The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays; By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

A daydream is a meal at which images are eaten. Some of us are gourmets, some gourmands, and a good many take their images precooked out of a can and swallow them down whole, absent-mindedly and with little relish.

A poet must never make a statement simply because it is sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true.

To read is to translate, for no two persons' experiences are the same. A bad reader is like a bad translator: he interprets literally when he ought to paraphrase and paraphrases when he ought to interpret literally.

Lovers have lived so long with giants and elves, they won't believe again in their own size.

All sins tend to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is damnation.