[…] Un peu profond ruisseau calomnié la mort.
Donner un sens plus pur aux mots de la tribu […].
[…] L'hiver, saison de l'art serein, l'hiver lucide […].
La chair est triste, hélas ! et j'ai lu tous les livres. Fuir ! là-bas fuir ! Je sens que des oiseaux sont ivres D'être parmi l'écume inconnue et les cieux !
La littérature, d'accord avec la faim, consiste à supprimer le monsieur qui reste en l'écrivant […].
[…] Tout hasard doit être banni de l'œuvre moderne et n'y peut être que feint.
La tombe aime tout de suite le silence.
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