True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.

To think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

As art sinks into paralysis, artists multiply. This anomaly ceases to be one if we realize that art, on its way to exhaustion, has become both impossible and easy.

I have all the defects of other people yet everything they do seems to me inconceivable.

Each of us is born with a share of purity, predestined to be corrupted by our commerce with mankind, by that sin against solitude.

True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.