The Joy Of Youth Is To Disobey;

There Are Truths Which One Can Only Say After Having Won The Right To Say Them.

Art Produces Ugly Things Which Frequently Become Beautiful With Time.

Poetry, Being Elegance Itself, Cannot Hope To Achieve Visibility... It Insists On Living Its Own Life.

The Skin Of All Of Us Is Responsive To Gypsy Songs And Military Marches.

To Be Audacious With Tact, You Have To Know To What Point You Can Go Too Far.