Too Many Lives Are Needed To Make

True Poetry Is Similar To Certain Pictures Whose Owner Is Unknown And Which Only A Few Initiated People Know.

Many Of Today's Verses Are Prose And Bad Prose.

Art Is The Production Of Objects For Consumption, To Be Used And Discarded While Waiting For A New World In Which Man Will Have Succeeded In Freeing Himself Of Everything, Even Of His Own Consciousness.

I Have Always Knocked At The Door Of That Wonderful And Terrible Enigma Which Is Life.

I Have Been Judged To Be A Pessimist But What Abyss Of Ignorance And Low Egoism Is Not Hidden In One Who Thinks That Man Is The God Of Himself And That His Future Can Only Be Triumphant?