At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

You don’t know anything, but I know even less.

Novelists invent characters; poets invent themselves.

He thought others were small; that was his greatness.

The eclipses ofpoets are not foretold in the calender.

Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

Tell me something only you know and make a new friend.

Poets never die, I thought. They just fail in the end.

Don’t pay attention to those who offer too much.

I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it

Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.

Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.

Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.