It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.

Blessed be all metrical rules that forbid automatic responses, force us to have second thoughts, free us from the fetters of Self.

The relation of faith between subject and object is unique in every case. Hundreds may believe, but each has to believe by himself.

My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.

You will be a poet because you will always be humiliated.

There is a certain kind of person who is so dominated by the desire to be loved for himself alone that he has constantly to test those around him by tiresome behavior; what he says and does must be admired, not because it is intrinsically admirable, but because it is his remark, his act. Does not this explain a good deal of avant-garde art?

All that we are not stares back at what we are.