He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.
Category Archive: 1914
Freedom means the opportunity to be what we never thought we would be.
Often something comes in from which you can see that the person is good, the book may not be perfect as it is, and the person doesn’t want to do a re-write. That’s something we do almost nothing of.
The function of posterity is to look after itself.
The courage to imagine the otherwise is our greatest resource, adding color and suspense to all our life.
We suffer primarily not from our vices or our weaknesses, but from our illusions. We are haunted, not by reality, but by those images we have put in their place.
Spending a weekend with Hitler would have been boring in the extreme, although you would have had a greater certainty in coming back alive.
The Mexican succumbs very easily to sentimental effusions, and therefore he shuns them.
Any reflection about poetry should begin, or end, with this question: who and how many read poetry books?
I think that one possible definition of our modern culture is that it is one in which nine-tenths of our intellectuals can’t read any poetry.