Be a constant outrage to modesty There is nothing to fear: modesty is exercised only among the blind.

When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.

Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!

One must not mistake majority for truth.

And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.

In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.

Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work - that's what makes you unique.