If an addict who has been completely cured starts smoking again he no longer experiences the discomfort of his first addiction. There exists, therefore, outside alkaloids and habit, a sense for opium, an intangible habit which lives on, despite the recasting of the organism. The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one’s preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders.
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.
An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.
The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.
The Louver is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.
Topics: Alcohol, Drugs, Illusion
The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, the finish by loading honors on your head.
Topics: Yin, Honor, Try, Society, Body, Fail
I feel that there is an angel inside me whom I am constantly shocking.
You have comfort.
Tact is knowing how far to go too far.
One sits down first; one thinks afterwards.
Topics: One Step at a Time
Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
Topics: Poetry, Poets
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
Tact in audacity consists in knowing how far we may go too far.
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