The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.

Previously, even in Egypt, men had not learned to see straight. They fumbled in the dark, and didn't quite know where they were, or what they were. Like men in a dark room, they only felt their existence surging in the darkness of other creatures. We, however, have learned to see ourselves for what we are, as the sun sees us. The Kodak bears witness.

Primarily I am a passionately religious man, and my novels must be written from the depth of my religious experience.

One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul.

It's no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You've got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they've got to come. You can't force them.

Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.

Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?