O gouvernment francais, I think it was not very clever of You to put this terrible doll in La Ferte; for when Governments are found dead there is always a little doll on top of them, pulling and tweaking with his little hands to get back at the microscopic knife which sticks firmly in the quiet meat of their hearts.

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.