True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.

I succeeded in bewitching a fair number and in being intoxicated with my mistakes.

Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo

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

I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.

I am burning myself up and will always do so.

Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.