A violent order is disorder; and a great disorder is an order. These two things are one.

The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire.

The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.

How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

...after a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door.

We live in an old chaos of the sun.