Effort is only effort when it begins to hurt.

The poet begins where the man ends. The man's lot is to live his human life, the poet's to invent what is nonexistent.

This is the gravest danger that today threatens civilization: State intervention; the absorption of all spontaneous social effort by the State, that is to say, of spontaneous historical action, which in the long run sustains, nourishes, and impels human destinies.

Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.

Stupefaction, when it persists, becomes stupidity.

Man is a fugitive from nature.

There are, above all, times in which the human reality, always mobile, accelerates, and bursts into vertiginous speeds. Our time is such a one, for it is made of descent and fall.