Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses. Poets are the policemen of language; they are always arresting those old reprobates the words.
Where there is nothing – there is God!
We only believe in those thoughts which have been conceived not in the brain but in the whole body.
We must not make a false faith by hiding from our thoughts the causes of doubt, for faith is the highest achievement of the human intellect, the only gift man can make to God, and therefore it must be offered in sincerity.
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
We are happy when for everything inside us there is an equivalent something outside us.
We are closed in, and the key is turned on our uncertainty.
Those men that in their writings are most wise own nothing but their blind, stupefied hearts.
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
The poor have very few hours in which to enjoy themselves; they must take their pleasure raw; they haven’t the time to cook it.
The pain others give passes away in their later kindness, but that of our own blunders, especially when they hurt our vanity, never passes away.
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
