To define is to kill. To suggest is to create.
The world exists to end up in a book.
The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.
Paint, not the thing but the effect which it produces.
The world was made in order to result in a beautiful book.
In reading, a lonely quiet concert is given to our minds; all our mental faculties will be present in this symphonic exaltation.