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

For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved.

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

Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.

The idea of beauty which man creates for himself imprints itself on his whole attire, crumples or stiffens his dress, rounds off or squares his gesture, and in the long run even ends by subtly penetrating the very features of his face. Man ends by looking like his ideal self. These engravings can be translated either into beauty or ugliness; in one direction, they become caricatures, in the other, antique statues.

Always be a poet, even in prose.

A work of art should be like a well-planned crime.