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

The world exists to end up in a book.

Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.

Dreams have as much influences as actions.

The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.

It is in front of the the paper that the artist creates himself.

The world was made in order to result in a beautiful book.