After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends.
No one's serious at seventeen.
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.
Each day my friend's simple talk in our kitchen multiplies itself in a widening circle of peace on earth and good will to men.
There is nothing happens to any person but what was in his power to go through with.
Well, it is alarming to have a president [Reagan] who doesn't know what he is doing.
It is a good success to take people from the city to the forests; but there is a much greater success: To bring the forest to the people, to the cities! To bring heaven to the hell!