There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it

What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!

Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry.

Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.

But for the man who watches the leaves trembling in the wind’s breath, the rivers meandering through the meadows, life twisting and turning and swirling through things, men living, doing good and evil, the sea rolling its waves and the sky with its expanse of lights, and who asks himself why these leaves are there, why the water flows, why life itself is such a terrible torrent plunging towards the boundless ocean of death in which it will lose itself, why men walk about, labor like ants, why the tempest, why the sky so pure and the earth so foul – these questions lead to a darkness from which there is no way out.

Be regular and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work.