Humans are creatures, who spent their lifes trying to convince themselves, that their existence is not absurd

I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold.

There is no longer a single idea explaining everything, but an infinite number of essences giving a meaning to an infinite number of objects. The world comes to a stop, but also lights up.

So all a man could win in the conflict between plague and life was knowledge and memories.

After all manner of professors have done their best for us, the place we are to get knowledge is in books. The true university of these days is a collection of books.

Likewise, every time somebody interjects to speak of my honesty there is someone who quivers inside me.

The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge.