Poetry Is The Language Of A State

A Throw Of The Dice Will Never Abolish Chance.

The Pure Work Implies The Disappearance Of The Poet As Speaker, Who Hands Over To The Words.

The Reproach That Superficial People Formulate Against Manet, That Whereas Once He Painted Ugliness, Now He Paints Vulgarity, Falls Harmlessly To The Ground, When We Recognize The Fact That He Paints The Truth.

The Flesh Is Sad, Alas, And I Have Read All The Books.

To Define Is To Kill. To Suggest Is To Create.