After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.

Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.

Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.

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

Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.

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

The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand We are the servants of an unknown force that lives within us, manipulates us, and dictates this language to us.