There is no science without fancy and no art without fact.

We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives.

It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

All the seven deadly sins are peccadilloes but without three of them, Pride, Lust, and Sloth, poetry might never have been born.

There was no Lo to behold.

For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.

One is always at home in one's past.