Literature exists because the world isn't enough.

I enjoy wording. Words for me are tangible bodies, visible sirens, incarnate sensualities.

To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing. Be whole in everything.

I've never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life.

Again I see you, But me I don't see!, The magical mirror in which I saw myself has been broken, And only a piece of me I see in each fatal fragment - Only a piece of you and me!

Let's develop theories, patiently and honestly thinking them out, in order to promptly act against them – acting and justifying our actions with new theories that condemn them. Let's cut a path in life and then go immediately against that path. Let's adopt all the poses and gestures of something we aren't and don't even wish to be, and don't even wish to taken for being.

But I am not perfect in my way of putting things Because I lack the divine simplicity Of being only what I appear to be.