Poems are my link with the times, with the new life of my people.

My shadow serves as the friend I crave

You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.

Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.

All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead.

It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.

Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.

My view is that if your philosophy is not unsettled daily then you are blind to all the universe has to offer.

To a man with only a hammer, a screw is a defective nail.

Man is the most intelligent of the animals - and the most silly.

When you stand alone and sell yourself, you can't please everyone. But when you're different, you can last.

He started to sing as he tackled the thing. That couldn't be done, and he did it.

I had spent 10 days of my life digging for garbage.

Sympathy can be addictive and can kill strong men as surely as a diet of nothing but sugar.

Yes, I have played a blitz game once. It was on a train, in 1929.

I was an overnight success all right, but 30 years is a long, long night.

The civilizing process has increased the distance between behavior and the impulse life of the animal body.