Rodin picks a mushroom delighted, and shows it to Madame Rodin... "Look," he says excitedly, "and that takes but a single night! In one night all these are made, all these lamellas. That is good work."

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

My only two weapons: time and silence.

A fantasy can be equivalent to a paradise and if the fantasy passes, better yet, because eternal paradise would be very boring.

…Perhaps this momentary life of ours is only the light that divides our infinite origin from our infinite end.

Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace, before and after culture.

I unpetalled you, like a rose, to see your soul, and I didn't see it. But everything around -horizons of land and of seas-, everything, out to the infinite, was filled with a fragrance, enormous and alive.