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.
Living is a horizontal fall.
One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.
The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
All spiritual journeys are martyrdoms