We do not live to think, but, on the contrary, we think in order that we may succeed in surviving.
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.
Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority.
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.
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.
