Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.

The Louvre is like the morgue; one goes there to identify one's friends.

True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.

I am a lie who always speaks the truth.

What life means to me is to put the content of Shelley into the form of Zola. The proletarian writer is a writer with a purpose; he thinks no more of 'art for …

Ce qui fait le poete, n'est-ce pas l'amour, la recherche desesperee du moindre rayon de soleil d'autrefois jouant sur le parquet d'une chambre d'enfant?

This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a g…