I tell you in truth: all men are Prophets or else God does not exist.
Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.
Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.
That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.
A writer must refuse to allow himself to be transformed into an institution, even if it takes place in the most honorable form.
[Stéphane Mallarmé] theory of the hermetic is a mistake, but he can be only difficult to read when he has difficult things to say.