The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.

It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.

The insatiable thirst for everything that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.

Poetry has no goal other than itself; it can have no other, and no poem will be so great, so noble, so truly worthy of the name of poem, than one written uniquely for the pleasure of writing a poem.

On the vaporization and the centralization of the Self. All is there.

Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure.

Like those great sphinxes lounging through eternity in noble attitudes upon the desert sand, they gaze incuriously at nothing, calm and wise.