True Realism Consists In Revealing The Surprising

After The Writer's Death, Reading His Journal Is Like Receiving A Long Letter.

One Is Either Judge Or Accused. The Judge Sits, The Accused Stands. Live On Your Feet.

One Sits Down First; One Thinks Afterwards.

Whatever The Public Blames You For, Cultivate It; It Is Yourself.

Such Is The Role Of Poetry. It Unveils, In The Strict Sense Of The Word. It Lays Bare, Under A Light Which Shakes Off Torpor, The Surprising Things Which Surround Us And Which Our Senses Record Mechanically.