Art is the production of objects for consumption, to be used and discarded while waiting for a new world in which man will have succeeded in freeing himself of everything, even of his own consciousness.

I have been judged to be a pessimist but what abyss of ignorance and low egoism is not hidden in one who thinks that Man is the god of himself and that his future can only be triumphant?

Today not even a universal fire could make the torrential poetic production of our time disappear. But it is exactly a question of production, that is, of hand-made products which are subject to the laws of taste and fashion.

Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.

In reality art is always for everyone and for no one.

Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.