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

A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.

Good music resembles something. It resembles the composer.

Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.

And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.

Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!

He who is affected by an insult is infected by it.