You must await your thirst and allow it to become complete: otherwise you will never discover your spring, which can never be anyone else's!

Once and for all, there are many things I choose not to know.--Wisdom sets limits even to knowledge.

Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.

Have you noticed there are no interesting people in heaven? -Just a hint to the girls as to where they can find their salvation.

Could truth perhaps be a woman who has reasons for not permitting her reasons to be seen? Could her name perhaps be--to speak Greek--Baubo?... Oh, those Greeks! They understood how to live: to do that it is necessary to stop bravely at the surface, the fold, the skin, to adore the appearance, to believe in forms, in tones, in words, in the whole Olympus of appearance! Those Greeks were superficial--out of profundity!

New ways I go, a new speech comes to me; weary I grow, like all creators, of the old tongues. My spirit no longer wants to walk on worn soles.

Every word is a prejudice.