Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.
To be audacious with tact, you have to know to what point you can go too far.
The world owes its enchantment to these curious creatures and their fancies; but its multiple complicity rejects them. Thistledown spirits, tragic, heartrending in their evanescence, they must go blowing headlong to perdition.
In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.