“There is no Space or TimeOnly intensity, And tame thingsHave no immensity”

“LOVE of others is the appreciation of one's self. MAY your egotism be so gigantic that you comprise mankind in your self-sympathy.”

“If you want to realize yourselves all your pet illusions must be unmasked. ”

“Poetry is prose bewitched, a music made of visual thoughts, the sound of an idea.”

“The flux of life is pouring its aesthetic aspect into your eyes, your ears - and you ignore it because you are looking for your canons of beauty in some sort of frame or glass case or tradition.”

“We might have coupledIn the bed-ridden monopoly of a momentOr broken flesh with one anotherAt the profane communion tableWhere wine is spill'd on promiscuous lipsWe might have given birth to a butterflyWith the daily-newsPrinted in blood on its wings”

“I bambini ancora in vestaglia arrivano come uccelli sotto il grande abete illuminato, luccica il laghetto di vetro del presepio. Natale splende con mille candeline negli occhi, nell'oro e nel rosso della carte colorate. La felicità si brucia le ali credendo di far luce.”