Top 4 Paul-Jean Toulet Quotes

Pick me up, o stranger, it is no sin, so lovely is my smell.
Violet's a smile of those who in their graves now dwell.

We loved each other. No faithfulness my love did lack.
Love, you divine flame; you hole of colour: black.

Benáres, that name is full of odours which have fled.
By thy shores I saw the smoke from the pyres of three dead.

A mops thinks 'I commited heresy'. But did it?
To be a heretic, you have to know the Spirit.