Dès qu'un poète se réveille, il est idiot. Je veux dire intelligent.
Ce que le public te reproche, cultive-le, c'est toi.
De notre naissance à notre mort, nous sommes un cortège d'autres qui sont reliés par un fil ténu.
Les miroirs feraient bien de réfléchir un peu avant de renvoyer les images.
Le génie est un cheval emballé qui gagne la course.
La vérité est trop nue, elle n'excite pas les hommes.
À force de plaisirs notre bonheur s'abîme.
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