The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents; I used to believe in every kind of magic. I began it as an investigation. I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
Man's liberty ends, and it ought to end, when that liberty becomes the curse of its neighbors.
There are periods in life when you get caught up in the whole field of relativity and lose your moorings with the absolute.
Our desires always disappoint us; for though we meet with something that gives us satisfaction, yet it never thoroughly answers our expectation.
I've had photographs taken for portraits because I very much prefer working from the photographs than from models. . . I couldn't attempt to do a portrait from photographs of somebody I didn't know.