The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.

Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.

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

Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work - that's what makes you unique.

He who is affected by an insult is infected by it.

The preservation of friendship is seen as opportunism. You are required to be in one camp or the other. You are enjoined to cut your heartstrings if they extend across the barricade.

One sits down first; one thinks afterwards.