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

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

One must not mistake majority for truth.

We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.

Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.

I want the kind of readers who remain children at any cost. I can tell them at a glance: loyalty to that first enchantment guards better than any cosmetic; than any diet, against the insults of age. But alas for such readers, who would huddle safe and sound in the asylum of their credulous enchantment as if in the womb-our enervating century offends them by its chaos, its fidgets of light and space, the host of its excuses for dividing , for rending oneself from others and from oneself.

And history becomes legend and legend becomes history.