To Wonder Is To Begin To Understand.

The Truth Is That No Horizon Is Especially Interesting By Itself, By Virtue Of Its Peculiar Content, And That Any Horizon, Wide Or Narrow, Brilliant Or Dull, Varied Or Monotonous, May Possess An Interest Of Its Own Which Merely Requires A Vital Adjustment To Be Discovered.

Poetry Is Adolescence Fermented, And Thus Preserved.

Love Is Exclusivity, Selection.

I Am Myself And What Is Around Me, And If I Do Not Save It, It Shall Not Save Me.

Human Vitality Is So Exuberant That In The Sorriest Desert It Still Finds A Pretext For Glowing And Trembling.