I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead. - Jean Cocteau

Poetry is an ethic. By ethic I mean a secret code of behavior, a discipline constructed and conducted according to the capabilities of a man who rejects the falsifications of the categorical imperative. This personal morality may appear to be immorality itself in the eyes of those who lie to themselves, or who live a life of confusion, in such a manner that, for them, a lie becomes the truth, and our truth becomes a lie...

I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you don't like?

Be a constant outrage to modesty There is nothing to fear: modesty is exercised only among the blind.