Some of my affectionate envious friends say, “You write too much.” Maybe, I answer. But as long as the best of your little is worse than the worst of my much, I will keep on doing so.

I unpetalled you, like a rose, to see your soul, and I didn’t see it. But everything around -horizons of land and of seas-, everything, out to the infinite, was filled with a fragrance, enormous and alive.

A permanent state of transition is man’s most noble condition.

A permanent state of transition is man's most noble condition.

I do not cut my life up into days but my days into lives, each day, each hour, an entire life.

Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace, before and after culture.

The greatest assassin of life is haste, the desire to reach things before the right time which means overreaching them.

I unpetalled you, like a rose, to see your soul, and I didn't see it. But everything around -horizons of land and of seas-, everything, out to the infinite, was filled with a fragrance, enormous and alive.

The urban man is an uprooted tree, he can put out leaves, flowers and grow fruit but what a nostalgia his leaf, flower, and fruit will always have for mother earth!

I am not I. I am this one walking beside me whom I do not see, whom at times I manage to visit, and whom at other times I forget; who remains calm and silent while I talk, and forgives, gently, when I hate, who walks where I am not, who will remain standing when I die.