You Are Always Concentrated On

The Job Of The Poet (a Job Which Can't Be Learned) Consists Of Placing Those Objects Of The Visible World Which Have Become Invisible Due To The Glue Of Habit, In An Unusual Position Which Strikes The Soul And Gives Them A Tragic Force.

Mirrors Should Think Longer Before They Reflect.

Appreciation Of Art Is A Moral Erection, Otherwise Mere Dilettantism.

The Poet Is A Liar Who Always Speaks The Truth.

I Have Lost My Seven Best Friends, Which Is To Say God Has Had Mercy On Me Seven Times Without Realizing It. He Lent A Friendship, Took It From Me, Sent Me Another.