Change

The future is made of the same stuff as the present.

I never really liked cities. The countryside was much good enough for anybody.

We shall not have succeeded in demolishing everything unless we demolish the ruins as well.

It is time that we had our own images.

Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different.

A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it.

Man is in love and loves what vanishes, what more is there to say?

I have lived in important places, times when great events were decided.

Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.

The world might well come to an end, but on the face of the sun it will always be morning.

Life is elsewhere. Cross frontiers. Fly away.

The world is hypothetical, but I played.

The problems of the world are always a mind problem.

People— running about— wandering in the city of ellipses.

My writing tries to reach the edge of the unknown.

You and I change, people change all through the months and years, but the sea stands the same forever.

One day the sun will shine... and things will be good.

Art is the intellectual weather of the world.

You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.

In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.