Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet.

Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.

Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.

Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

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!

Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?