One's ignorance is one's chief asset.

Next to love is the desire for love.

I am the truth, since I am part of what is real, but neither more nor less than those around me.

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

It is the imagination pressing back against the pressure of reality. It seems, in the last analysis, to have something to do with our self-preservation; and that, no doubt, is why the expression of it, the sound of its words, helps us to live our lives.

The poet's function is to make his imagination . . . become the light in the mind of others. His role, in short, is to help people to live their lives.

Fromage and coffee and cognac and no gods.