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

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

The more you approach infinity, the deeper you penetrate terror

As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears away a few more leaves; and then there are the storms that break off several branches at one go. And while nature’s greenery grows back again in the spring, that of the heart never grows back.

One day, I shall explode like an artillery shell and all my bits will be found on the writing table.

COLD. Healthier than heat.

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