The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.

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

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

The audience bursts into laughter. With the tragic gag I don't expect the audience to laugh (if they do, I have failed) but I expect a black silence from them that is almost as violent: as laughter.

It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.

Living is a horizontal fall.

Be a constant outrage to modesty There is nothing to fear: modesty is exercised only among the blind.