The words I use Are everyday words and yet are not the same! You will find no rhymes in my verse, no magic. There are your very own phrases.

You explain nothing, O poet, but thanks to you all things become explicable.

The priest has just baptized you a Christian with water; and I baptize you a Frenchman, daring child, with a dewdrop of champagne on your lips.

Gentlemen, in the little moment that remains to us between the crisis and the catastrophe, we may as well drink a glass of Champagne.

It is fortunate that diplomats have long noses since they usually cannot see beyond them.

We must not seek happiness in peace, but in conflict.

In a word, poetry can not exist without emotion, or, if you will, without a movement of the soul which regulates the words.