One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other.

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.

A garbled quotation is equivalent to a betrayal, an insult, a prejudice.

Self-conscious rejection of the absolute is the best way to resist God; thus illusion, the substance of life, is saved.

Reality is a creation of our excesses.

A decadent civilization compromises with its disease, cherishes the virus infecting it, loses its self-respect.

I have no nationality - the best possible status for an intellectual.