22 Quotes by Henri Michaux

Qui cache son fou, meurt sans voix

He who has rejected his demons badgers us to death with his angels.

The mere ambition to write a poem is enough to kill it.

I put an apple on my table. Then I put myself inside this apple. What tranquility!

At the age of eight, I still dreamed of being granted plant status.

It is preferable not to travel with a dead man.

The Surrealist supernatural is a bit predictable but given the choice between supernatural and anything else, I would have no hesitation. Long live supernatural!

He who hides his madman, dies voiceless.

Nothing is the speed limit of thought.