Occupation: Poet Birth: July 5, 1889 Death: October 11, 1963
I shall never forget what I saw at the Museum of Modern Art: in a spotless schoolroom, fifty little girls painting away at tables covered with brushe….
Mirrors should think longer before they reflect..
There is always a period when a man with a beard shaves it off. This period does not last. He returns headlong to his beard..
Respect movements, flee schools..
Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the seco….
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie..
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 ….
We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves..
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses..
The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee..
He has the manner of a giant with the look of a child, a lazy activeness, a mad wisdom, a solitude encompassing the world..
The composer opens the cage door for arithmetic, the draftsman gives geometry its freedom..
Art is science made flesh..
Find first, seek later..
What is line? It is life. A line must live at each point along its course in such a way that the artist's presence makes itself felt above that of th….
See your disappointments as good fortune. One plan's deflation is another's inflation..
Nothing is more intriguing than a still photograph in the middle of a motion picture... Just as an accident is a cry changed into silence and not a s….
Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you'll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive..
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it..
Keep braiding one's wavelengths back into oneself. That way they gain all the more external power and surround us with a huge affective and protectiv….
The cinema is death at work..