The Ear Disapproves But Tolerates

I'm Not Willing Just To Be Tolerated. That Wounds My Love Of Love And Of Liberty.

Poetry Is A Religion Without Hope. The Poet Exhausts Himself In Its Service, Knowing That, In The Long Run, A Masterpiece Is Nothing But The Performance Of A Trained Dog On Very Shaky Ground.

Everyone's Pet Is The Most Outstanding. This Begets Mutual Blindness.

All Spiritual Journeys Are Martyrdoms

I've Always Preferred Mythology To History. History Is Truth That Becomes An Illusion. Mythology Is An Illusion That Becomes Reality.