Paul-Jean Toulet

"A mops thinks 'I commited heresy'. But did it? To be a heretic, you have to know the Spirit."

"Benáres, that name is full of odours which have fled. By thy shores I saw the smoke from the pyres of three dead."

"We loved each other. No faithfulness my love did lack. Love, you divine flame; you hole of colour: black."

"Pick me up, o stranger, it is no sin, so lovely is my smell. Violet's a smile of those who in their graves now dwell."