The Poet Paul Éluard Says That To

Statues To Great Men Are Made Of The Stones Thrown At Them In Their Lifetime.

You Have Comfort. You Don't Have Luxury. And Don't Tell Me That Money Plays A Part. The Luxury I Advocate Has Nothing To Do With Money. It Cannot Be Bought. It Is The Reward Of Those Who Have No Fear Or Discomfort.

Continue Reading Proust. His Magnificent Intelligence Is Particularly Fond Of Describing Stupidity. Which Is Ultimately Exhausting.

Poets Don't Draw. They Unravel Their Handwriting And Then Tie It Up Again, But Differently.

A True Poet Does Not Bother To Be Poetical. Nor Does A Nursery Gardener Scent His Roses.