The true voyagers are those who go for the sake of traveling . . . and without quite knowing why, they say, 'Let us depart!'.

That in all times, mediocrity has dominated, that is indubitable; but that it reigns more than ever, that it is becoming absolutely triumphant and inhibiting, this is what is as true as it is distressing.

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?

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

The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.

In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it.