Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo

When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.

Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you'll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive.

Poetry is a religion without hope, but its martyrs guarantee the eternal truth of its dogma.

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.

What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.

The runner stopped dead, lost his balance, froze in one of those violent attitudes in which the photographers petrify living reality.