“Faith assuages, guides, restores.”

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.

As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.

The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.

The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.

I could never throw Love out of the window.

True life is elsewhere.

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?

A sign of a culture that has lost its faith – Moral collapse follows upon spiritual collapse.

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up.

I do not pray for success, I ask for faithfulness.

The Lord does not abandon us! Even if we are men and women ‘of little faith.

Take the first step in faith. You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.

Vision creates faith and faith creates willpower. With faith there is no anxiety and no doubt – just absolute confidence in yourself.

Little faith can open big doors.

Painting is a faith, and it imposes the duty to disregard public opinion.