Interruption, incoherence, surprise are the ordinary conditions of our life. They have even become real needs for many people, whose minds are no longer fed by anything but sudden changes and constantly renewed stimuli. We can no longer bear anything that lasts. We no longer know how to make boredom bear fruit. So the whole question comes down to this: can the human mind master what the human mind has made?

Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking.

A man's true secrets are more secret to himself than they are to others.

Science means simply the aggregate of all the recipes that are always successful. All the rest is literature.

A poet's work consists less in seeking words for his ideas than in seeking ideas for his words and predominant rhythms.

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.

Nothing beautiful can be summarized.