There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.

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

Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.

I've always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.

Without opium, plans, marriages and journeys appear to me just as foolish as if someone falling out of a window were to hope to make friends with the occupants of the room before which he passes.

The spirit of creation is the spirit of contradiction. It is the breakthrough of appearances toward an unknown reality.

The poet is at the disposal of the night. His role is humble, he must clean house and await its due visitation.