“À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes. ”

“O seasons, O castles,What soul is without flaws?All its lore is known to me,Felicity, it enchants us all.”

“I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.”

“Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.”

“Never admit defeat!”

“Faith assuages guides restores.”

“Blood was flowing – in Bluebeard’s house, in the abattoirs, in the circuses where God had set his seal to whiten the windows. Blood and Milk flowed together.”

“The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses”

“Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.”

“My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?”

“No one's serious at seventeen,When lindens line the promenades”