Living is a horizontal fall.

I am happy to exhibit, but not to put myself on exhibition.

Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail.

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.

At all costs the true world of childhood must prevail, must be restored; that world whose momentous, heroic, mysterious quality is fed on airy nothings, whose substance is so ill-fitted to withstand the brutal touch of adult inquisition.

Compromise yourself. Obscure your own trail.

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