Art is beauty, the perpetual invention of detail, the choice of words, the exquisite care of execution. |
The cat is a dilettante in fur. |
If you are worthy of its affection, a cat will be your friend but never your slave. |
Sooner barbarity than boredom. |
What I write is not for little girls. |
A cat will be your friend, but never your slave. |
You do not become a critic until it has been completely established to your own satisfaction that you cannot be a poet. |
Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen. |
To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind. |
Books follow morals, and not morals books. |
I am one of those for whom superfluity is a necessity. |
Any man who does not have his inner world to translate is not an artist. |
Critical lice are like body lice, which desert corpses to seek the living. |
Yes, the work comes out more beautiful from a material that resists the process, verse, marble, onyx, or enamel. |
It is difficult to obtain the friendship of a cat. It is a philosophical animal... one that does not place its affections thoughtlessly. |
The word poet literally means maker: anything which is not well made doesn't exist. |
I am a man for whom the outside world exists. |
I was born to travel and write verse. |
Chance is the pseudonym of God when he did not want to sign. |