You don't make a poem with ideas, but with words.

Everything that is sacred and that wishes to remain so must envelop itself in mystery.

There is only beauty / and it has only one perfect expression / poetry. All the rest is a lie /except for those who live by the body, love, and, that love of the mind, friendship. For me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because its sensual delight falls back deliciously in my soul.

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

The world exists to end up in a book.

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

To define is to kill. To suggest is to create.