He has the manner of a giant with the look of a child, a lazy activeness, a mad wisdom, a solitude encompassing the world.

It was the East that should have sent us missionaries.

Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.

Everyone's pet is the most outstanding. This begets mutual blindness.

The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders.

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

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.