Imagination at wit's end spreads its sad wings.

Make sense who may. I switch off.

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench

I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket.

Poetry is essentially the antithesis of Metaphysics: Metaphysics purge the mind of the senses and cultivate the disembodiment of the spiritual; Poetry is all passionate and feeling and animates the inanimate; Metaphysics are most perfect when concerned with universals; Poetry, when most concerned with particulars.