Poetry Is A Religion With No Hope.

The Dead Drug Leaves A Ghost Behind. At Certain Hours It Haunts The House.

I Have Not Looked At A Newspaper In Twenty Years; If One Is Brought Into The Room, I Flee. This Is Not Because I Am Indifferent But Because One Cannot Follow Every Road.

The Job Of The Poet (a Job Which Can't Be Learned) Consists Of Placing Those Objects Of The Visible World Which Have Become Invisible Due To The Glue Of Habit, In An Unusual Position Which Strikes The Soul And Gives Them A Tragic Force.

He Who Is Affected By An Insult Is Infected By It.

French People Are Italian People In A Bad Mood.