Life Swarms With Innocent Monsters.

Nearly All Our Originality Comes From The Stamp That Time Impresses Upon Our Sensibility.

For Each Letter Received From A Creditor, Write Fifty Lines On An Extraterrestrial Subject And You Will Be Saved.

Always Be A Poet, Even In Prose.

What A Mysterious Faculty Is That Queen Of The Faculties!

What Men Call Love Is A Very Small, Restricted, Feeble Thing Compared With This Ineffable Orgy, This Divine Prostitution Of The Soul Giving Itself Entire, All Its Poetry And All Its Charity, To The Unexpected As It Comes Along, To The Stranger As He Passes.