True Power Is Given To The Vulnerable.

Go Rich In Poverty. Go Rich In Poetry. This Nothingness Is Plentitude.

Time Spent With Poets Is Never Wasted.

More Than Any Other Beauty (though It Is True Of All Beauty Except In Art) Passion Seems To Me To Have The Seeds Of Its Own Destruction In It.

Where Joy In An Old Pencil Is Not Absurd.

What We Have Not Has Made Us What We Are. / ... / What We Are Not Drives Us To Consummation.