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

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

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

The greatest assassin of life is haste, the desire to reach things before the right time which means overreaching them.

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.

Love, you are eternal like springtime.

To live is nothing more than to come here to die, to be what we were before being born, but with apprenticeship, experience, knowledge of cause, and perhaps with will.