When I think of all the books I have yet to read, I am sure that I am still happy. - Jean Cocteau

The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand … We are the servants of an unknown force that lives within us, manipulates us, and dictates this language to us.

[C]ourageous film-makers, who take no account of success, prove that cinematography is a medium for realism and lyricism, and that everything depends on the angle from which one observes the spectacle of life — the angle from which they constrain us to share a singular vision of things and emphasize the everyday miracle that lies within them.

A prig always finds a last refuge in responsibility.