We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail.

I am what is around me.

All poetry is experimental poetry.

I still feel the need of some imperishable bliss.

Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them.