“Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity”

“He is haunted by a demon, a demon against which he feels powerless, because in its first manifestation it has no face, no name, nothing; and the words, the poem he makes, are a kind of exorcism of this demon.”

“Poetry, if it is not to be a lifeless repetition of forms, must be constantly exploring "the frontiers of the spirit." But these frontiers are not like the surveys of geographical explorers, conquered once for all and settled. The frontiers of the spirit are more like the jungle which, unless continuously kept under control, is always ready to encroach and eventually obliterate the cultivated area.”

“أقول لنفسي إبقي بلا حراكوانتظري بلا أملفالأمل قد يكون تمنيًاللشئ الخطأوانتظري بلا حبفالحب قد يكون حبًاللشئ الخطأهناك بعد إيمانولكن الإيمان والحب والأملكلها في الانتظارانتظربلا فكرلأنك غير معدّ للفكروهكذا سيكون الظلام هو النورواللاحراك هو الرقص”

“time past and time futurewhat might have been and what has beenpoint to one end, which is always present.”

“Footfalls echo in the memorydown the passage we did not taketowards the door we never openedinto the rose garden. My words echothus, in your mind”

“If time and space, as sages say,Are things which cannot be,The sun which does not feel decayNo greater is than we.So why, Love, should we ever prayTo live a century?The butterfly that lives a dayHas lived eternity.”