A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.

One of the proud joys of the man of letters - if that man of letters is an artist - is to feel within himself the power to immortalize at will anything he chooses to immortalize. Insignificant though he may be, he is conscious of possessing a creative divinity. God creates lives; the man of imagination creates fictional lives which may make a profound and as it were more living impression on the world's memory.

I feel sure that coups d'état would go much better if there were seats, boxes, and stalls so that one could see what was happening and not miss anything.

Surely nothing has to listen to so many stupid remarks as a painting in a museum.

A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

The facts: nothing matters but the facts: worship of the facts leads to everything, to happiness first of all and then to wealth.