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.

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.

A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.

Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.

An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.

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

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.