French People Are Italian People

A Little Too Much Is Just Enough For Me.

I Am Happy To Exhibit, But Not To Put Myself On Exhibition.

Find First, Seek Later.

Every Poem Is A Coat Of Arms. It Must Be Deciphered. How Much Blood, How Many Tears In Exchange For These Axes, These Muzzles, These Unicorns, These Torches, These Towers, These Martlets, These Seedlings Of Stars And These Fields Of Blue!

To Be Audacious With Tact, You Have To Know To What Point You Can Go Too Far.