This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?

Of all our games, love's play is the only one which threatens to unsettle the soul.

Cruelty is the luxury of those who have nothing to do, like drugs or racing stables.

For me, a poet is someone who is 'in contact.' Someone through whom a current is passing.

Laws change more slowly than custom, and though dangerous when they fall behind the times are more dangerous still when they presume to anticipate custom.

I have come to think that great men are characterized precisely by the extreme position which they take, and that their heroism consists in holding to that extremity throughout their lives.

Love is a punishment. We are punished for not having been strong enough to remain alone.