All Thoughts Emit A Throw Of Dice

As For Me, Poetry Takes The Place Of Love, Because It Is Enamored Of Itself, And Because This Self-lust Has A Delightful Dying Fall In My Soul.

You Don't Make A Poem With Ideas, But With Words.

Every Soul Is A Melody Which Needs Renewing.

The World Was Made In Order To Result In A Beautiful Book.

The Pure Work Implies The Disappearance Of The Poet As Speaker, Who Hands Over To The Words.