12.1 We are all born with the same stranger, the person we are unlikely to become.
12.5 If you cannot practice poetry, practice silence.
12.7 In this age of the inverse cripples, beware the ones with giant, hypertrophied heads and tiny hearts, for these wizards practice argument without discernment.
12.9 Poetry appears only when reason has been transfigured by an open and loving heart.
12.11 The poet must first learn to cry.
