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.

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

Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.

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.

Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.

An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.

There's no such thing as love; only proof of love.