A man is a poet if difficulties inherent in his art provide him with ideas; he is not a poet if they deprive him of ideas.

The only treaties that ought to count are those which would effect a settlement between ulterior motives.

Whatever we succeed in doing is a transformation of something we have failed to do. Thus, when we fail, it is only because we have given up.

Having precise ideas often leads to a man doing nothing.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

From the moment that photography appeared, the descriptive genre began to invade Letters... In verse as in prose the décor and exterior aspects of life took an almost excessive place.

Photography invites one to give up any attempt to delineate such things as can delineate themselves.