In reading, a lonely quiet concert is given to our minds; all our mental faculties will be present in this symphonic exaltation.

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

All thoughts emit a throw of dice

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

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.

Dreams have as much influences as actions.

Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.