What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.

He who goes step by step always finds himself level with a step.

Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.

My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.

Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.

Certainties are arrived at only on foot.

I stop wanting what I am looking for, looking for it.

What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

That in man which cannot be domesticated is not his evil but his goodness.

What we pay for with our lives never costs too much.

Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.

I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.

He who has seen everything empty itself is close to knowing what everything is filled with.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.

If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.

The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.

The children whom nobody leads by the hand are the children who know they are children.

In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.

Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.

Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.

They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.

God has given a great deal to man, but man would like something from man.

I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.

If you do not raise your eyes you will think you are the highest point.

You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.

He who does not know how to create should not know.

He who does not know how to believe should not know.

Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.

The little things are what is eternal and the rest all the rest is brevity extreme brevity.

Beyond my body my veins are invisible.

More grievous than tears is the sight of them.

Even the smallest of creatures carries the sun in its eyes.

We become aware of the void as we fill it.

Night is world lit by itself.

Night is a world lit by itself.

Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.

And if you find everything as soon as you look for it, you find it in vain, you look for it in vain.

I can remember the frustration of not being able to talk. I knew what I wanted to say, but I could not get the words out, so I would just scream.

In other words, I have no truck for anyone who goes out and does an eclectic building.

Kind thoughts are rarer than either kind words or deeds. They imply a great deal of thinking about others. This in itself is rare. But they also imply a great deal of thinking about others without the thoughts being criticisms. This is rarer still.

Style is as much under the words as in the words. It is as much the soul as it is the flesh of a work.

I want to promote poetry to the point where you got all the baldhead kids running around doing poetry, getting the music out of the way and having only words, the spoken word, and then see what happens.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

But in the finished art of the song the use of words has no connection with the use of words in poetry.

Duty, Honor, Country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.

So, in other words, how you respond to a sculpture, how a viewer sees the sculpture, is vital.

I think one's feelings waste themselves in words; they ought all to be distilled into actions which bring results.