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Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail.
The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
I am a lie who always speaks the truth.
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike?
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, the finish by loading honors on your head.
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.