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Chance is the pseudonym of God when he did not want to sign.
A cat will be your friend, but never your slave.
I am a man for whom the outside world exists.
I am one of those for whom superfluity is a necessity.
Yes, the work comes out more beautiful from a material that resists the process, verse, marble, onyx, or enamel.
Those horses must have been Spanish jennets, born of mares mated with a zephyr; for they went as swiftly as the wind, and the moon, which had risen at our departure to give us light, rolled through the sky like a wheel detached from its carriage.
You do not become a critic until it has been completely established to your own satisfaction that you cannot be a poet.
The purity of a person's heart can be quickly measured by how they regard animals
Books follow morals, and not morals books.
Yes I have loved, as no one on earth ever loved, with an insensate and furious love, so violent that I wonder it did not break my heart
No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.
Modesty was made for the ugly.
Critical lice are like body lice, which desert corpses to seek the living.
The years I have squandered in puerile excitement, in going hither and thither, in seeking to force nature and time, I ought to have spent in solitude and meditation, in endeavoring to make myself worthy of being loved.
Sooner barbarity than boredom.
Sometimes he sits at your feet looking into your face with an expression so gentle and caressing that the depth of his gaze startles you.
Our busy age does not always have time to read, but it always has time to look.
The cat is a dilettante in fur.
The word poet literally means maker: anything which is not well made doesn't exist.
What I write is not for little girls.
Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen.
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