The color of truth is gray.

No encounter occured that day, and I was glad of it; I took out of my pocket a little Homer I had not opened since leaving Marseilles, reread three lines of the Odyssey, learned them by heart; then, finding sufficient sustenance in their rhythm and reveling in them at leisure, I closed the book and remained, trembling, more alive than I had thought possible, my mind numb with happiness.

If life were organized, there would be no need for art.

Complete possession is proved only by giving. All you are unable to give possesses you.

Pay attention only to the form; emotion will come spontaneously to inhabit it. A perfect dwelling always finds an inhabitant. The artist's business is to build the dwelling; as for the inhabitant, it is up to the reader to provide him.

The most important things to say are those which often I did not think necessary for me to say - because they were too obvious.

It is with fine sentiments that bad literature is made. Descend to the bottom of the well if you wish to see the stars.