All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.

Even a graphomaniac is an extremely complicated person.

All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.

Each of us has a very rich nature and can look at things objectively, from a distance, and at the same time can have something more personal to say about them. I am trying to look at the world, and at myself, from many different points of view. I think many poets have this duality.

No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.

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.

Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.