Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.

It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

...these poets here, you see, they are not of this world:let them live their strange life; let them be cold and hungry, let them run, love and sing: they are as rich as Jacques Coeur, all these silly children, for they have their souls full of rhymes, rhymes which laugh and cry, which make us laugh or cry: Let them live: God blesses all the merciful: and the world blesses the poets.

The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.

But the problem is to make the soul into a monster

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!