God is only a word dreamed up to explain the world

Talent is long patience.

Writing this book I am like a man playing the piano with lead balls attached to his knuckles.

How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.

There are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me; the one around me will crush me

By dint of railing at idiots, one runs the risk of becoming an idiot oneself.

Tout ce qu'on invente est vrai, soi-en sure. La poesie est une chose aussi precise que la geometrie.