The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.

My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.

How our old friend [Michelangelo] of the Sistine would have loved to photograph his workers, perched on the fragile planks. Dali was right to say Leonardo only worked from photographs.

In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.

A car can massage organs which no masseur can reach. It is the one remedy for the disorders of the great sympathetic nervous system.

The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.

I feel myself inhabited by a force or being -- very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.