The smell of opium is the least stupid smell in the world.
A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.
Beauty makes one lose one's head. Poetry is born of this decapitation
I have not looked at a newspaper in twenty years; if one is brought into the room, I flee. This is not because I am indifferent but because one cannot follow every road.
Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.