But the true voyagers are only those who leave Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons, They never turn aside from their fatality And without knowing why they always say: "Let's go!

There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.

Nature is a temple, where the living Columns sometimes breathe confusing speech; Man walks within these groves of symbols, each Of which regards him as a kindred thing.

One must work, if not from inclination, at least out of despair — since it proves, on close examination, that work is less boring than amusing oneself.

A silent mouth is sweet to hear.

Even as a child I felt in my heart two opposite emotions: the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.

There are some temptations which are so strong that they must be virtues.