Je regrette l'Europe aux anciens parapets !
A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu : voyelles, Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes.
Baudelaire est le premier voyant, roi des poètes, un vrai Dieu.
On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans.
Le chant des cieux, la marche des peuples ! Esclaves, ne maudissons pas la vie.
Ô Justes, nous chierons dans vos ventres de grès !
La main à plume vaut la main à charrue. — Quel siècle à mains !
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