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 am a man-pen. I feel through the pen, because of the pen.
Concern for morality makes every work of the imagination false and stupid.
Sentences must stir in a book like leaves in a forest, each distinct from each despite their resemblance.
What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in!
One must laugh and weep, love, work, enjoy and suffer, in short vibrate as much as possible in all his being.