A work of art really is above all an adventure of the mind. - Eugène Ionesco

Dans la vie, il faut regarder par la fenêtre. (XI, 61)

If I tell these private thoughts of mine, it is because I know they are not mine alone, and that practically everyone is trying to say the same things and that the writer is only a man who says out loud what other people think or whisper.

The poet cannot invent new words every time, of course. He uses the words of the tribe. But the handling of the word, the accent, a new articulation, renew them.