And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! - But the great Faith is Love!

...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.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.

One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

Then you'll feel your cheek scratched... A little kiss, like a crazy spider, Will run round your neck... And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head - And we'll take a long time to find that creature - Which travels a lot.