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

The ultimate politeness in art consists of speaking only to those who are able to uncover and measure its relationships. Anything else is symbolic, and symbolism is merely transcendental imagery.

Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.

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.

Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.

Look out! Be on your guard, because alone of all the arts, music moves all around you.

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