To name an object is to deprive a poem of three-fourths of its pleasure, which consists in a little-by-little guessing game; the ideal is to suggest.

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

Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.

Poetry is the scholar's art.

In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.

Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation.

The mind can never be satisfied.