It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.
The whole visible universe is but a storehouse of images and signs to which the imagination will give a relative place and value; it is a sort of pasture which the imagination must digest and transform.
As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.
For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved.
There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.
I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.
In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it.
He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.
Where are the dogs going? you people who pay so little attention ask. They are going about their business. And they are very punctilious, without wallets, notes, and without briefcases.
Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.
It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.
To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.
If the poet has pursued a moral objective, he has diminished his poetic force.
The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
It is one of the prodigious privileges of art that the horrific, artistically expressed, becomes beauty, and that sorrow, given rhythm and cadence, fills the spirit with a calm joy.
The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond, and which life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.
Everything for me becomes allegory.