Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?
Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
Last Update: 25 January 2022
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