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!
There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.
In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
