The characteristic of the hour is that the commonplace mind, knowing itself to be commonplace, has the assurance to proclaim the rights of the commonplace and to impose them wherever it will.
Life is a series of collisions with the future; it is not the sum of what we have been, but what we yearn to be.
We do not live to think, but, on the contrary, we think in order that we may succeed in surviving.
Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority.
The poet begins where the man ends. The man's lot is to live his human life, the poet's to invent what is nonexistent.
An 'unemployed' existence is a worse negation of life than death itself.
