Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.

The final belief is to believe in a fiction, which you know to be a fiction, there being nothing else. The exquisite truth is to know that it is a fiction and that you believe in it willingly.

Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.

Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.

Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn? But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow.

I still feel the need of some imperishable bliss.

Poetry is a means of redemption.