Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it's a miracle that we don't dissolve in our baths.

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

I feel myself inhabited by a force or being -- very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.

Poetry is a religion without hope. The poet exhausts himself in its service, knowing that, in the long run, a masterpiece is nothing but the performance of a trained dog on very shaky ground.

One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.

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.

The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.