One Must Not Mistake Majority For Truth.

Not Only Should You Not Accept A Prize. You Should Not Try To Deserve One Either.

If A Poet Has A Dream, It Is Not Of Becoming Famous, But Of Being Believed.

The Extreme Limit Of Wisdom, That's What The Public Calls Madness.

Commissions Suit Me. They Set Limits. Jean Marais Dared Me To Write Play In Which He Would Not Speak In The First Act, Would Weep For Joy In The Second And In The Last Would Fall Backward Down A Flight Of Stairs.

The Hot Hall Full Of Painted Girls And American Soldiers Is A Saloon In Some Western Film. This Noise Drenches Us, Wakens Us To Do Something Else. It Shows Us A Lost Path.