I have made a long enough descent into the void to speak with certainty. There is nothing but beauty--and beauty has only one perfect expression, Poetry. All the rest is a lie.

Poets don't finish poems, they abandon them.

The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books.

Dreams have as much influences as actions.

The poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into a number of equal motifs and of grouping them; they rhyme.

All thoughts emit a throw of dice

Paint, not the thing but the effect which it produces.