Each act is virgin, even the repeated ones.
A poem is the realization of love. . . .
Imagination consists in expelling from reality several incomplete persons, and then using the magic and subversive powers of desire to bring them back in the form of one entirely satisfying presence.
Be gful to the man who cares nothing for your remorse. You are his equal.
Trust firmly in your luck, cling to your happiness, and dare to take risks.
What can be seductive about the eternal nothing is that the finest day is indifferently this one or any other like it.