"No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream, trapped in its disappearance, sighing, screaming with it, buying and selling pieces of phantom, worshipping each other, worshipping…"

"I'm not a politician. I'm a poet."

"How sick i am! that thought Always comes to me with horror. Is it this strange for everybody? But such fugitive feelings have always been my metier."

"There, rest. No more suffering for you. I know where you've gone, it's good."

"I'm a registered Democrat. I'm a registered Buddhist. I'm a registered poet."