Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in the last would fall backward down a flight of stairs.

The artist must know how far to go too far.

Look out! Be on your guard, because alone of all the arts, music moves all around you.

The public only takes up yesterday as a stick to beat today.

The poet is at the disposal of the night. His role is humble, he must clean house and await its due visitation.

Art is science in the flesh.

Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.