Dreams have as much influence as actions.
The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.
The poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into a number of equal motifs and of grouping them; they rhyme.
You don’t make a poem with ideas, but with words.
Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.
The flesh, alas, is sad, and I have read all the books.
In reading, a lonely quiet concert is given to our minds; all our mental faculties will be present in this symphonic exaltation.