Find first, seek later.

Life is a horizontal fall.

Art is science made flesh.

Living is a horizontal fall.

Art is science in the flesh.

The cinema is death at work.

Respect movements, flee schools.

Poetry is a religion with no hope.

The joy of the young is to disobey

The poet doesn't invent. He listens.

All spiritual journeys are martyrdoms

Without resistance you can do nothing

Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.

Lack of manners is the sign of a hero.

My only politics have been friendship.

I am a lie who always speaks the truth.

There are poets and there are grownups.

One must not mistake majority for truth.

A little too much is just enough for me.

It is not inspiration; it is expiration.

A film is a petrified fountain of thought.

The artist must know how far to go too far.

One sits down first; one thinks afterwards.

Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.

Compromise yourself. Obscure your own trail.

May the devil himself splatter you with dung.

I am burning myself up and will always do so.

Silence moves faster when it's going backward.

Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.

French people are Italian people in a bad mood.

The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.

It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.

Perhaps I know to what extent I can go too far.

Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.

The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.

One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.

The only way to kill death is through photography.

There's no such thing as love; only proof of love.

Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.

Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.

He who is affected by an insult is infected by it.

Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.

A prig always finds a last refuge in responsibility.

The art of genius is knowing how far out is too far.

It was the East that should have sent us missionaries.

And history becomes legend and legend becomes history.

We only serve as a model for the portrait of our fame.

Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.

Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo

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