History is a combination of reality and lies. The reality of History becomes a lie. The unreality of the fable becomes the truth.

I'm not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty.

When we awake it is the animal, the plant, that thinks in us. Primitive thought without the least disguise. We see a terrible universe, because we see clearly. A little later, intelligence introduces its impeding contrivances. It brings the little toys which man invents in order to hide the void. It is then that we think we are seeing clearly. We attribute our uneasiness to the miasmas of the brain as it passes from dream to reality.

The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.

Stupidity is always astounding, no matter how often one encounters it.

Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work - that's what makes you unique.

Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.