Loveless work, boring work, work valued only because others haven't got even that much, however loveless and boring - this is one of the harshest human miseries.

But they know about us, they know, the four corners, and the chairs nearby us. Discerning shadows also know, and even the table keeps quiet.

This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.

Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there's no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.

Inspiration is not the exclusive privilege of poets or artists. There is, there has been, there will always be a certain group of people whom inspiration visits. It's made up of all those who've consciously chosen their calling and do their job with love and imagination. Difficulties and setbacks never quell their curiosity. A swarm of new questions emerges from every problem that they solve. Whatever inspiration is, it's born from a continuous 'I don't know.'

I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.

They say the first love's most important. That's very romantic, but not my experience.