Caught up in life, you see it badly. You suffer from it or enjoy it too much. The artist, in my opinion, is a monstrosity, something outside of nature.

Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.

Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.

By trying to understand everything, everything makes me dream

What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in!

She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.

Abstraction can provide stumbling blocks for people of strange intelligence.