…death will hold up a mirror
we are meant to measure our lives in.

If you work fast, and have a strong stomach,
there's a chance
to do good in the world.

I've no more sight, no hand, nor pen, nor inkwell, I lack everything—all I've got left is will.

I love life passionately, but I don't trust it.

It takes some honesty, even if that honesty arises from despair, to
perceive that some events, being inhuman, have no human meaning.

You are the music while the music lasts.

We see what we want to see, and from this falsification comes art.

The poet is not trying to tell the truth; he's trying to make it, and
he tries to make a different version of it from the official version
that God made or the world made.

Who says you should be happy? Do your work.