Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!

In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.

Art is science in the flesh.

Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.

I am burning myself up and will always do so.

It seems to me that invisibility is the required provision of elegance. Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.

A car can massage organs which no masseur can reach. It is the one remedy for the disorders of the great sympathetic nervous system.