My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots.

That which is possible is inevitable.

There is no comment on pictures but pictures, on music but music, on poems but poetry. If you do, you do. If you don't, you don't. And that's all there is to that.

Most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them

It is difficult to get the news from poetry, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.

The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.

In summer, the song sings itself.