To believe is to know you believe, and to know you believe is not to believe.

Every age has its own poetry; in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry.

And I too wanted to be. That is all I wanted; and this is the last word. At the bottom of all these attempts which seemed without bounds, I find the same desire again: to drive existence out of me, to rid the passing moments of their fat, to twist them, dry them, purify myself, harden myself, to give back at last the sharp, precise sound of a saxophone note. That could even make an apologue: there was a poor man who got in the wrong world.

Nothingness haunts Being.

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

Life begins on the other side of despair.

The recent experiences of pocketbooks prove this. I have changed my public since my works have been published in a smaller format.