It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.

Ignorance and poverty are the best condiments for the great feast of the world, but the inexperienced and poor are never invited to it.

Translation is not a matter of words only: it is a matter of making intelligible a whole culture.

The writer's life seethes within but not without.

Immortality makes sense only when the individual soul can be thought of as merging into a great collective mush of sainthood. If we take anything with us into the next world, it is not what survives in the memories of our relicts.

Delimitation is always difficult. The world is one, life is one. The sweetest and most heavenly of activities partake in some measure of violence - the act of love, for instance; music, for instance.

I conclude that there is as much sense in nonsense as there is nonsense in sense.