Many people have delusions of grandeur but you're deluded by triviality.

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.

There is nothing truer than myth: history, in its attempt to realize myth, distorts it, stops halfway; when history claims to have succeeded, this is nothing but humbug and mystification. Everything we dream is realizable. Reality does not have to be: it is simply what it is.

If one does not understand the usefulness of the useless and the uselessness of the useful, one cannot understand art.

People always try to find base motives behind every good action. We are afraid of pure goodness and of pure evil.

It is not the answer that enlightens, but the question.

Shakespeare was the great one before us. His place was between God and despair.