Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.

Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.

Silence moves faster when it's going backward.

Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in the last would fall backward down a flight of stairs.

Expect neither reward nor beatitude. Return noble waves for ignoble.

When we awake it is the animal, the plant, that thinks in us. Primitive thought without the least disguise. We see a terrible universe, because we see clearly. A little later, intelligence introduces its impeding contrivances. It brings the little toys which man invents in order to hide the void. It is then that we think we are seeing clearly. We attribute our uneasiness to the miasmas of the brain as it passes from dream to reality.

Lack of manners is the sign of a hero.