Poetry Is A Religion With No Hope.

Respect Movements, Flee Schools.

The Extreme Limit Of Wisdom, That's What The Public Calls Madness.

History Is A Combination Of Reality And Lies. The Reality Of History Becomes A Lie. The Unreality Of The Fable Becomes The Truth.

Do Not Fear Being Ridiculous In Relation To The Ridiculous.

The Job Of The Poet (a Job Which Can't Be Learned) Consists Of Placing Those Objects Of The Visible World Which Have Become Invisible Due To The Glue Of Habit, In An Unusual Position Which Strikes The Soul And Gives Them A Tragic Force.