The cult of art gives pride; one never has too much of it.

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

And so I will take back up my poor life, so plain and so tranquil, where phrases are adventures and the only flowers I gather aremetaphors.

I have the handicap of being born with a special language to which I alone have the key.

The more you approach infinity, the deeper you penetrate terror

What is beautiful is moral, that is all there is to it.

If you knew all the dreams I've dreamed!