There is no place in the world but contains some trace of God.

The more the poet grows, the deeper the level of creative intuition descends into the density of his soul. Where formerly he could be moved to song, he can do nothing now, he must dig deeper.

That is why I think, in defiance of Plato, that there is at once error and vulgarity in saying that poetry is a lie, except in the sense that Cocteau wrote one day: I am a lie who always tells the truth. The only poetry which lies purely and simply is academic, pseudo-classical, conceptually repetitive poetry, and it is not poetry.

God does not ask for 'religious' art or 'Catholic' art. The art he wants for himself is Art, with all its teeth

The only artist who does not deserve respect is the one who works to please the public, for commercial success or for official success.

There are absolute atheists ... Absolute atheism is in no way a mere absence of belief in God. It is rather a refusal of God, a fight against God, a challenge to God.

A single idea, if it is right, saves us the labor of an infinity of experiences.