One must laugh and weep, love, work, enjoy and suffer, in short vibrate as much as possible in all his being.

I do not like to "interest" the public with myself.

To see one's name in print! Some people commit a crime for no other reason.

She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she” of all the poetry books.

There is no truth. There is only perception.

I am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whistling arrows, my galloping horse. Always the sound of the same wave eating away at the world

Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry.