His poems had thus entered the world of men instead of him, ahead of him, as if they were his emissaries, his advance party!

With his poems the poet paints his self-portrait; but since no portrait is faithful, I can also say that with his poems he touches up his face.

But we never know at the present moment whether reality is a dream or a dream is reality;

when he is old a man is no longer obliged to care about his group’s opinions, about the public, and about the future. He is alone with approaching death, and death has neither eyes nor ears, he has no need to please death; he can do and say what he pleases.

according to the poet in his sixties, the word “youth” does not designate a specific period of life but a value above age and unconnected with it.

That person is young who plunges into the future and never looks back.

to show himself to the world is an entirely different thing from going into the world.

when it comes to love there’s no such thing as compromise. When you’re in love you must give everything.”

when something irrevocable is about to happen, people (perhaps to prove that they have some power over events) speed up the inevitable.