Dreams have as much influence as actions.
Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.
A throw of the dice will never abolish chance.
You don't make a poem with ideas, but with words.
The flesh, alas, is sad, and I have read all the books.
The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.
Yes, indeed, I know we are but vain shapes of matter but so sublime as to have invented both God and our own souls.
In reading, a lonely quiet concert is given to our minds; all our mental faculties will be present in this symphonic exaltation.
The poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into a number of equal motifs and of grouping them; they rhyme.
I am inventing a language which must necessarily burst forth from a very new poetics, that could be defined in a couple of words: Paint,not the thing, but the effect it produces.