“I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike?”
Success“The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness.”
Wisdom“I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike?”
Success“Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.”
Death“A film is a petrified fountain of thought.”
Movies“After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.”
Death“Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.”
Art“I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
Home“The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness.”
Wisdom“Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.”
Poetry“The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.”
Design“A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.”
Poetry“Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.”
Death“Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.”
Art“Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.”
Poetry“The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.”
Poetry“I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.”
Best“You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.”
Death“I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.”
Sad“Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail.”
Art“The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.”
Death“The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, the finish by loading honors on your head.”
Society