There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.

Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.

The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day; But on the ground, among the hooting crowds, He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.

Photographers, you will never become artists. All you are is mere copiers.

Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves. They do everything in their power not to have any. And therefore, the great man, in order to exist, must possess a force of attack which is greater than the force of resistance developed by millions of people.

To be just, that is to say, to justify its existence, criticism should be partial, passionate and political, that is to say, written from an exclusive point of view, but a point of view that opens up the widest horizons.

Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.