Look out! Be on your guard, because alone of all the arts, music moves all around you.
The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
Poetry is a religion with no hope.
Whatever the public blames you for, cultivate it; it is yourself.
Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.