Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.

Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.

Poetry is a means of redemption.

I am one of you and being one of you is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am the necessary Angel of earth, since, in my sight, you see the earth again.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

To name an object is to deprive a poem of three-fourths of its pleasure, which consists in a little-by-little guessing game; the ideal is to suggest.

The mind can never be satisfied.