Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.

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

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

Dreams have as much influences as actions.

I have made a long enough descent into the void to speak with certainty. There is nothing but beauty--and beauty has only one perfect expression, Poetry. All the rest is a lie.

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.

Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.