Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the trouble.

Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.

Money is a kind of poetry.

Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The people in the world, and the objects in it, and the world as a whole, are not absolute things, but on the contrary, are the phenomena of perception... If we were all alike: if we were millions of people saying do, re, mi, in unison, One poet would be enough... But we are not alone, and everything needs expounding all the time because, as people live and die, each one perceiving life and death for himself, and mostly by and in himself, there develops a curiosity about the perceptions of others. This is what makes it possible to go on saying new things about old things.

The point of vision and desire are the same.