I smell blood and an era of prominent madmen.

Men will pay large sums to whores for telling them they are not bores.

Narcissus does not fall in love with his reflection because it is beautiful, but because it is his. If it were his beauty that enthralled him, he would be set free in a few years by its fading.

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.

The element of craftsmanship in poetry is obscured by the fact that all men are taught to speak and most to read and write, while very few men are taught to draw or paint or write music.

A poet is a professional maker of verbal objects.

Poetry makes nothing happen.