Life deceives everyone except the individual who doesn't contemplate it, the individual who demands nothing from it, the individual who serenely accepts its few gifts and serenely makes the most of them.

It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.

A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.

There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.

One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.

Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.

It's all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.