“Art is a miraculous flirtation with Nothing!Aiming for nothing, and landing on the Sun.”

“When,Nothing,is,so,well,said,Or,so,well,done,It,betrays,itself,and,becomes,Something:As,apples,by,Cézanne,or,just,Lines,by,Modrian.”

“Mathematicians,excell,us,Take,a,census,Of,the,canaries,in,the,sun.”

“Be beautiful, noble, like the antique ant,Who bore the storms as he bore the sun, Wearing neither gown nor helmet, Though he was archbishop and soldier:Wore only his own flesh....Trace the tracelessness of the ant,Every ant has reached this perfection.As he comes, so he goes,Flowing as water flows,Essential but secret like a rose.”

“The way my ideas think meIs the way I unthink God.As in the name of heaven I make hellThat is the way the Lord says me.And all is adventure and dangerAnd I roll Him off cliffs and mountains But fast as I am to push Him offFast am I to reach Him below.And it may be then His turn to push me off,I wait breathless for that terrible second:And if He push me not, I turn around in anger:“O art thou the God I would have!”Then He pushes me and I plunge down, down!And when He comes to help me upI put my arms around Him, saying, “Brother,Brother.” . . . This is the way we are.”

“To,speak,of,the,interior,of,light,Requires,speaker,broken,by,light.”

“First, a poem must be magical,then musical as a sea-gull.”