A new world is only a new mind.

Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.

Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Your knees are a southern breeze.

No wreaths please - especially no hothouse flowers. Some common memento is better, something he prized and is known by: his old clothes - a few books perhaps.

As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.

It's a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!

When I am alone I am happy.