The most loathsome materialism is not the kind people usually think of, but the sort that attempts to let dead ideas pass for living realities, diverting into sterile myths the stubborn and lucid attention we give to what we have within us that must forever die.

The real 19th century prophet was Dostoevsky, not Karl Marx.

I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.

Men cry because things are not what they ought to be.

The role of the intellectual cannot be to excuse the violence of one side and condemn that of the other.

He knew now that it was his own will to happiness which must make the next move. But if he was to do so, he realized that he must come to terms with time, that to have time was at once the most magnificent and the most dangerous of experiments. Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre.