If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.

I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.

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

The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.

Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.

The camembert with its venison scent defeats the Marolles and Limbourg dull smells; It spreads its exhalation, smothering the other scents under its surprising breath abundance.

Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.