We know the surrealist solution: concrete irrationality, objective risk. Poetry is the conquest, the only possible conquest, of the 'supreme position', 'a certain position of the mind from where life and death, the real and the imaginary, the past and the future... cease to be perceived in a contradictory sense.'

The current motto for all of us can only be this: without giving up anything on the plane of justice, yield nothing on the plane of freedom.

Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.

I love life - that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.

There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.

Finally, and most of all, words failed him.