Les mots sont les passants mystérieux de l'âme.
Ô tristesse ! on passe une moitié de la vie à attendre ceux qu'on aimera et l'autre moitié à quitter ceux qu'on aime.
Hélas ! que j'en ai vu mourir, de jeunes filles.
Le théâtre doit faire de la pensée le pain de la foule.
Sa haute silhouette noire Domine les profonds labours. On sent à quel point il doit croire À la fuite utile des jours.
[…] Sachant que c'est à l'ironie Que commence la liberté.
Je tâte dans la nuit ce mur, l'éternité.
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