A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.

The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.

When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.

When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.

Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.

Nothing develops intelligence like travel.