All Our Efforts Must Tend Towards Light.

The Only Living Language Is The Language In Which We Think And Have Our Being.

What The Poet Is Searching For Is Not The Fundamental I But The Deep You.

My Philosophy Is Fundamentally Sad, But I'm Not A Sad Man, And I Don't Believe I Sadden Anyone Else.

My Soul Is Not Asleep. It Is Awake, Wide Awake. It Neither Sleeps Nor Dreams, But Watches, Its Eyes Wide Open Far-off Things, And Listens At The Shores Of The Great Silence.

And To Walk Through Life In Dreams Out Of Love For The Hand That Guides Us.