“Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there’s no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.”

After every war someone has to tidy up.

I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.

All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.

Poetic talent doesn’t operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.

All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.

Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.

This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.

It’s a well-known fact: in order to follow doctor’s orders, you have to be healthy as a horse.

Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.

I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.

No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.

Out of every hundred people, those who always know better: fifty-two.

Somewhere out there the world must have an end.

Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.

When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.

I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.

If a writer doesn’t generate hostility, he is dead.

If Abu Bakr is dead and Umar is Caliph, then we hear and obey.

To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.

You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

I agree that faith is essential to success in life, but I do not accept your definition of faith, i.e. belief in life after death.

A scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.