Perhaps I Know To What Extent I

The Composer Opens The Cage Door For Arithmetic, The Draftsman Gives Geometry Its Freedom.

My Method Is Simple: Not To Bother About Poetry. It Must Come Of Its Own Accord. Merely Whispering Its Name Drives It Away.

True Realism Consists In Revealing The Surprising Things Which Habit Keeps Covered And Prevents Us From Seeing.

Poetry Is A Religion With No Hope.

Art Produces Ugly Things Which Frequently Become Beautiful With Time.