Friendship is inexplicable, it should not be explained if one doesn't want to kill it.
– Max Jacob
The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.
– Max Jacob
To understand me well, compare the familiarities of Montaigne with those of Aristide Bruant or the elbowings of a sensationalist newspaper with the brutalities of Bossuet jostling the Protestants.
– Max Jacob
What is called a sincere work is one that is endowed with enough strength to give reality to an illusion.