If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.

The only way to escape the abyss is to look at it, gauge it, sound it out and descend into it.

The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.

Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state.

Childhood is not only the childhood we really had but also the impressions we formed of it in our adolescence and maturity. That is why childhood seems so long. Probably every period of life is multiplied by our reflections upon the next.

When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.