Take a commonplace, clean it and polish it, light it so that it produces the same effect of youth and freshness and originality and spontaneity as it did originally, and you have done a poet's job. The rest is literature.

I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.

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!

We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.

Nothing is more intriguing than a still photograph in the middle of a motion picture... Just as an accident is a cry changed into silence and not a silence after a cry, photography is speed rendered motionless.

Beauty makes one lose one's head. Poetry is born of this decapitation

Alas! I do not believe that inspiration falls from heaven. think it rather the result of a profound indolence.