“I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.”

All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.

Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.

All life long, the same questions, the same answers.

Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.

Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

The essential doesn’t change.

Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.

But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.

The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.

What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.

We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.

Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.

The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.