Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.
Have you noticed that life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?
I like reality. It tastes like bread.
Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.
Saintliness is also a temptation.
Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.