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| Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently. | | Poets | |
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| Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. | | Death and dying | |
| Style is a simple way of saying complicated things | | Style | |
| 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. | | Poetry | |
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| Tact in audacity consists in knowing how far we may go too far. | | Uncategorized | |
| Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far. | | Uncategorized | |
| Take a commonplace, clean it and polish it, light it so that it produces the same effect of youth and freshness and originality and spontaneity as it did originally, and you have done a poet's job. The rest is literature. | | Jobs; Literature; Poetry | |
| That pile of paper on his left side went on living like the watch on a dead soldier's wrist. | | Uncategorized | |
| The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them. | | Uncategorized | |
| The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee. | | Uncategorized | |
| The essential in daring is to know how far one can go too far | | Uncategorized | |
| The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness. | | Uncategorized | |
| The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living | | Uncategorized | |
| The greatest masterpiece in literature is only a dictionary out of order. | | Uncategorized | |
| The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, the finish by loading honors on your head. | | Instinct; Society | |
| The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. | | Uncategorized | |
| The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends. | | Uncategorized | |
