What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.

Without opium, plans, marriages and journeys appear to me just as foolish as if someone falling out of a window were to hope to make friends with the occupants of the room before which he passes.

There's no such thing as love; only proof of love.

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!

History is a combination of reality and lies. The reality of History becomes a lie. The unreality of the fable becomes the truth.

Celebrity: I picture myself as a marble bust with legs to run everywhere.

Don't for a moment believe He was killing the young; He was costuming angels.