I still feel the need of some imperishable bliss.

It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the falling snow.

They said, 'You have a blue guitar, / You do not play things as they are.' / The man replied, 'Things as they are / Are changed upon the blue guitar.'

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

After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things. It is as if We had come to an end of the imagination, Inanimate in an inert savoir.

God is in me or else is not at all.

The poet makes silk dresses out of worms.