More sailors have drowned in words than in the sea.

How easy it is to mistake desire for truth, a metaphorical reality for a metaphysical one.

Marriage: a poetic ideal, a prosaic reality.

What the desperate are seeking is a way out. Suicide is one way; poetry is another.

Some people get depressed and write poetry. Others just get depressed.

Some people are depressed and write poetry. Others are just depressed.

Poetry is feeling, desire, not philosophy.

Poetry is necessary, though it accomplishes nothing.

How can you love art, beauty, poetry, and hate life? That's like saying you love the ocean but hate water.