“And then there is, of course, always, and inevitably, this spume of poetry that's just blowing out of the sulphurous flue-holes of the earth. Just masses of poetry. It's unstoppable, it's uncorkable. There's no way to make it end.”
“...The end is so immense, it is its own poetry. It requires little rhetoric. Just state it plainly.”
“There's poetry in everything, everything is music; just listen and you will hear it.”
“All the stories I have told you are finally as useless as all ancient knowledge is to man and to us. Its images and its poetry can be beautiful; it can make us shiver with therecognition of things we have always suspected or felt. It can draw us back to times when the earth was new to man, and wondrous. But always we come back to the way the earth is now.”
“Pure mathematics is in its way the poetry of logical ideas.”
“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”