At all costs the true world of childhood must prevail, must be restored; that world whose momentous, heroic, mysterious quality is fed on airy nothings, whose substance is so ill-fitted to withstand the brutal touch of adult inquisition.

Living is a horizontal fall.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.

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

Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.

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.