The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved.
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.
Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.
Always be a poet, even in prose.
What is art? Prostitution.
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.
To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.