“Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.”

Leave my loneliness unbroken.

Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.

Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.

Happiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge.

From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.

The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.

Even in the grave, all is not lost.

There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.

I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.

A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.

It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.

Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded.

Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.

When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.

To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest. To live fully is to be always in no-man’s-land, to experience each moment as completely new and fresh. To live is to be willing to die over and over again.

Everything seems to me to pass so quickly that we must concentrate on how to die rather than on how to live. How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross with Christ.

Hang yourself, poet, in your own words. Otherwise, you are dead.

The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

To die for God is not a proof of faith in God. To die for an unknown and repulsive convict who is a victim of injustice, that is a proof of faith in God.

Things aren’t always as they seem – Jesus had to die to rise from the grave.

It’s funny how most people love the dead, once you’re dead your made for life.

The past is not dead; it is not even past. People live on inner time; the moment in which a decisive thought or feeling takes place can be at any time. Timeless feelings are common to all of us.