“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.

Carry on, then, if only for the moment that it takes a tiny galaxy to blink!

I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.

Tragedy is a tool for the living to gain wisdom, not a guide by which to live.

Youth is something I never wanna take for granted. I just want to smile and live life.

I live my life like everyday is my last.

Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman’s destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.

We have our thoughts, our hopes, our fears, and yet we know that in a moment a change may come over any one of us that will convert a living, breathing human being into a mass of lifeless clay.

The closer you live to God, the smaller everything else appears.

You are not here merely to make a living. You are here in order to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget the errand.

To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals – that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him.