The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.

It is not inspiration; it is expiration.

One must not mistake majority for truth.

What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. Jacques felt himself growing gloomy again. He was well aware that to live on earth a man must follow its fashions, and hearts were no longer worn.

He has the manner of a giant with the look of a child, a lazy activeness, a mad wisdom, a solitude encompassing the world.

The job of the poet (a job which can't be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.

A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.