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.
Living is nothing more or less than doing one thing instead of another.
Man is a fugitive from nature.
The world is the sum-total of our vital possibilities.
Living is a constant process of deciding what we are going to do.
Better beware of notions like genius and inspiration; they are a sort of magic wand and should be used sparingly by anybody who wants to see things clearly.