All thoughts emit a throw of dice 
Dreams have as much influence as actions. 
For we are always at one with the instrument of our magic spells. 
Everything that is sacred and that wishes to remain so must envelop itself in mystery. 
Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book. 
Paint, not the thing but the effect which it produces. 
A roll of the dice will never abolish chance. 
In reading, a lonely quiet concert is given to our minds; all our mental faculties will be present in this symphonic exaltation. 
The poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into a number of equal motifs and of grouping them; they rhyme. 
It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things. 
You don't make a poem with ideas, but with words. 