“As for the world, all reality has no other excuse for existence except to offer the poet the chance to play a sublime match against it -- a match that is list in advance.”

“Each of them, all unknowing, fairly gives its due to each chance of life, to each germ of death within itself.”

“Nothing is more natural than mutual misunderstanding; the contrary is always surprising. I believe that one never agrees on anything except by mistake, and that all harmony among human beings is the happy fruit of an error.”

“What one wrote playfully, another reads with tension and passion; what one wrote with tension and passion, another reads playfully.”

“My hand feels touched as well as it touches; reality says this, and nothing more.”

“Patience, patience.Patience dans l'azurchaque atome de silenceest la chance d'un fruit mûr !”

“A work is never completed except by some accident such as weariness, satisfaction, the need to deliver, or death: for, in relation to who or what is making it, it can only be one stage in a series of inner transformations.”