To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one. |
Total absence of humor renders life impossible. |
Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: ''It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss... '' |
Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: ''It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss... '' |
Writing only leads to more writing. |
You do not notice changes in what is always before you. |
You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly. |
You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. |