I blessed the power which has filled my life with poetry.
Armed with madness, I go on a long voyage.
Nature has a counterpart, a representation of every interior mood and obscure perception of man.
Sink twice before you strike out for land.
Art is the god you have not seen.
For watching death, and above all, after death; not death in battle, but death after battle, brings one to certain indifferences that are also a form of death.