If a given combination of trees, mountains, water, and houses, say a landscape, is beautiful, it is not so by itself, but because of me, of my favor, of the idea or feeling I attach to it.

A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.

So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.

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!

The immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants.

Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

If the poet has pursued a moral objective, he has diminished his poetic force.