As For Me, Poetry Takes The Place

I Have Made A Long Enough Descent Into The Void To Speak With Certainty. There Is Nothing But Beauty--and Beauty Has Only One Perfect Expression, Poetry. All The Rest Is A Lie.

The Flesh Is Sad, Alas, And I Have Read All The Books.

The Poetic Act Consists Of Suddenly Seeing That An Idea Splits Up Into A Number Of Equal Motifs And Of Grouping Them; They Rhyme.

To Define Is To Kill. To Suggest Is To Create.

Dreams Have As Much Influences As Actions.