I saw through to the last sign and symbol, but I could not read her face. I could see only the eyes shining through, huge, fleshy-like luminous beast….

Even if one’s whole life were a mistake, there is always time to change..

either you take in believing in miracles or you stand still like the hummingbird..

Jump off. You are a protected individual. Do not fear..

Until he [man] has become fully human, until he learns to conduct himself as a member of the earth, he will continue to create gods who will destroy ….

She may be lying in bed reading a book, she may be making love with a prize fighter, or she may be running like mad through a field of stubble, one s….

If men cease to believe that they will one day become gods then they will surely become worms..

One can be absolutely truthful and sincere even though admittedly the most outrageous liar. Fiction and invention are of the very fabric of life..

Why change the world? Change worlds!.

One can see now how the idea of heaven takes hold of men's consciousness, how it gains ground even when all the props have been knocked from under it….

Certainly paradise, whatever, wherever it be, contains flaws. (Paradisical flaws, if you like.) If it did not, it would be incapable of drawing the h….

As far as history goes I am dead. If there is something beyond I shall have to bounce back. I have found God, but he is insufficient. I am only spiri….

The poem is the dream made flesh, in a two-fold sense: as work of art, and as life, which is a work of art..

It's good to be just plain happy, it's a little better to know that you're happy; but to understand that you're happy and to know why and how and sti….

The more I wrote, the more I became a human being. The writing may have seemed monstrous (to some) for it was a violation, but I became a more human ….

To love! To surrender absolutely, to prostrate oneself before the divine image, to die a thousand imaginary deaths, to annihilate every trace of self….

We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated like stars..

To walk in money through the night crowd, protected by money, lulled by money, dulled by money, the crowd itself a money, the breath money, no least ….

I didn't dare to think of anything then except the "facts." To get beneath the facts I would have had to be an artist, and one doesn't become an arti….

No, there's fifteen francs somewhere, which nobody gives a damn about anymore and which nobody is going to get in the end anyhow, but the fifteen fra….

Everything hinges on how you look at things.