Be yourself. The world worships the original.
Tact consists in knowing how far to go too far.
Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.
In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
I am a lie who always speaks the truth.
The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.
Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.
Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in the last would fall backward down a flight of stairs.
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.
Asking an artist to talk about his work is like asking a plant to discuss horticulture.
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
Whatever the public blames you for, cultivate it; it is yourself.
There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
The poet doesn't invent. He listens.
The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness.