The world exists to end up in a book.

Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.

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

As for me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because this self-lust has a delightful dying fall in my soul.

It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.

A throw of the dice will never abolish chance.

All thoughts emit a throw of dice