Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood.
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
I am a lie who always speaks the truth.
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.
There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.
Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.
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