Truth is simple. They who say that truth is complicated deceive themselves, and the truth is not in them. - Henri Barbusse

"I have such respect for the actual truth that there are moments when I do not dare to call things by their name," the poet ended.

Apothéose. Ombre, musique. Mes yeux, lassés du jour qui ment, Ô ma sainte, seule en novembre, Vous cherchent adorablement Dans la prière de la chambre…

I was young and strong then, full of hope and full of the beginning of things. I thought I was going to conquer the world, and even had the choice of the means to conquer it. Alas, all I did was to cross hastily over its surface.