The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
I don’t really have studios. I wander around around people’s attics, out in fields, in cellars, anyplace I find that invites me.
诗人是唯一一个世界不会对他沉默的人;他是唯一一个能听到天球音乐的人。