The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.

Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.

Do not take up cause against the inaccuracies printed about you. They are your protection.

The artist must know how far to go too far.

Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!

The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.

Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.