The World Is Beautiful But Not Sayable.

He Who Cannot Howl Will Not Find His Pack.

The Stone Is A Mirror Which Works Poorly. Nothing In It But Dimness. Your Dimness Or Its Dimness, Who's To Say? In The Hush Your Heart Sounds Like A Black Cricket.

The Secret Wish Of Poetry Is To Stop Time.

To Submit To Chance Is To Reveal The Self And Its Obsessions.

I Slept Little, Read A Lot, And Fell In Love Frequently.