The poet begins where the man ends. The man's lot is to live his human life, the poet's to invent what is nonexistent.
Life is a series of collisions with the future; it is not the sum of what we have been, but what we yearn to be.
We do not live to think, but, on the contrary, we think in order that we may succeed in surviving.
Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority.
An 'unemployed' existence is a worse negation of life than death itself.
Better beware of notions like genius and inspiration; they are a sort of magic wand and should be used sparingly by anybody who wants to see things clearly.
