A vast black sleep falls over my life sleep, all hope sleep, all desire.

I am the Empire at the end of the decadence.

Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you.

The poet is a madman lost in adventure.

Music before all else, and for that choose the irregular, which is vaguer and melts better into the air.

Tears fall in my heart As tears fall on the town.

La musique avant toute chose.

A poem is really a kind of machine for producing the poetic state by means of words.

Take eloquence and wring its neck.

Prends l'e loquence et tords-lui son cou! Take eloquence and break its neck!

I like this word decadent; all shimmering and purple and gold.

God transforms us one area at a time.

Give the reader what they want, just not the way they expect it.

With him for a sire and her for a dam What should I be but just what I am?

I don't want to find the secret. I'm afraid all the joy will go out of it if I find the secret.

We need grief as a precursor to emotional refreshment, and so consume it vicariously in somewhat titrated but powerful enough form through engagement with the arts.

It is just not enough to strengthen the secret services for the fight against terrorism but it's also necessary to advance dialogue between cultures.

An authentic updating of sacred music can take place only in the lineage of the great tradition of the past, of Gregorian chant and of sacred polyphony.

Do we need more laws? God forbid! We need more righteousness, more freedom, and more godly men -- and fewer laws.

A man should think when he fishing of all manner and shape of things, flowing as easily through the mind as the light stream among the rocks

If in fact the conservation and complexification of novelty is what the universe is striving for, then suddenly our own human enterprise, previously marginalized, takes on an immense new importance.