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

Everyone's pet is the most outstanding. This begets mutual blindness.

Living is a horizontal fall.

Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.

Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.

Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.

Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.