There Comes A Point At Which You

Exuberance Is Better Than Taste.

Poetry Is As Precise A Thing As Geometry.

Everything Depends On The Value We Give To Things. We Are The Ones Who Make Morality And Virtue. The Cannibal Who Eats His Neighbor Is As Innocent As The Child Who Sucks His Barley-sugar.

The True Poet For Me Is A Priest. As Soon As He Dons The Cassock, He Must Leave His Family.

Whatever The Thing You Wish To Say, There Is But One Word To Express It, But One Verb To Give It Movement, But One Adjective To Qualify It; You Must Seek Until You Find This Noun, This Verb, This Adjective.