Poetry Is As Precise A Thing As

I Had, As I Told You, A Great Passion While Still Almost A Child. When It Was Over, I Divided Myself In Two, Placing On One Side The Soul I Kept For Art, And On The Other, My Body, Which Would Have To Fend For Itself.

One's Existence Should Be In Two Parts: One Should Live Like A Bourgeois And Think Like A Demigod.

Cold. Healthier Than Heat.

Talent Is Nothing But Long Patience.

A Rich Woman Seems To Have All Her Banknotes About Her, Guarding Her Virtue, Like A Cuirass, In The Lining Of Her Corset.