A Poet Is A World Enclosed In

Wisdom And Eloquence Are Not Always United.

This Book Should Be Read As One Would Read The Book Of A Dead Man.

To Have Lied Is To Have Suffered.

Dry Happiness Is Like Dry Bread. We Eat, But We Do Not Dine. I Wish For The Superfluous, For The Useless, For The Extravagant, For The Too Much, For That Which Is Not Good For Anything.

A Man Trying To Escape Never Thinks Himself Sufficiently Concealed.