A free press can, of course, be good or bad, but, most certainly without freedom, the press will never be anything but bad.

Everybody knows that pestilences have a way of recurring in the world; yet somehow we find it hard to believe in ones that crash down on our heads from a blue sky.

He had opened his heart to the sublime indifference of the universe

If nothing had any meaning, you would be right. But there is something that still has a meaning.

The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge.

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.'

To lose the touch of flowers and women's hands is the supreme separation.