The Poet Doesn't Invent. He Listens.

I Have Never Felt Any Connection With My Family. There Is—i Must Say Simply—something In Me That Is Not In My Family. That Was Not Visible In My Father Or Mother. I Do Not Know Its Origin.

Such Is The Role Of Poetry. It Unveils, In The Strict Sense Of The Word. It Lays Bare, Under A Light Which Shakes Off Torpor, The Surprising Things Which Surround Us And Which Our Senses Record Mechanically.

Everyone's Pet Is The Most Outstanding. This Begets Mutual Blindness.

What Is Style? For Many People, A Very Complicated Way Of Saying Very Simple Things. According To Us, A Very Simple Way Of Saying Very Complicated Things.

Art Produces Ugly Things Which Frequently Become Beautiful With Time.