When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.

I am not a bibliophile but a humanophile: I look for rare human beings.

The past is such a subtle thing. [But] in the end, nothing else exists, everything is made of the past, even the future.

There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.

Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen.

if I had one ambition it was to make my life itself into a poem.

doubt seems the only purity for those who are too fervent to deny, and too lucid to affirm.