Perhaps I Know To What Extent I

If A Poet Has A Dream, It Is Not Of Becoming Famous, But Of Being Believed.

Poetry Is A Religion Without Hope. The Poet Exhausts Himself In Its Service, Knowing That, In The Long Run, A Masterpiece Is Nothing But The Performance Of A Trained Dog On Very Shaky Ground.

Everyone's Pet Is The Most Outstanding. This Begets Mutual Blindness.

Mirrors Should Think Longer Before They Reflect.

History Is A Combination Of Reality And Lies. The Reality Of History Becomes A Lie. The Unreality Of The Fable Becomes The Truth.