The Poet Paul Éluard Says

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!

The Public Is Never Pleased With What We Do, Wanting Always A Copy Of What We Have Done.

The Joy Of Youth Is To Disobey; But The Trouble Is That There Are No Longer Any Orders.

I Have Lost My Seven Best Friends, Which Is To Say God Has Had Mercy On Me Seven Times Without Realizing It. He Lent A Friendship, Took It From Me, Sent Me Another.

I Have Seafoam In My Veins, I Understand The Language Of Waves.