Be a mere assistant to your unconscious. Do only half the work. The rest will do itself.

Art is science made flesh.

A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.

There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.

Do not take up cause against the inaccuracies printed about you. They are your protection.

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.

The smell of opium is the least stupid smell in the world.