The real history, the one that counts and is not to be found in books, is precisely this one, the one made by simple men; and it is the only one that rules the world.

Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.

The real history, the one that counts and is not to be found in books, is precisely this one, the one made by simple men; and it is the only one that rules the world.

I have been judged to be a pessimist but what abyss of ignorance and low egoism is not hidden in one who thinks that Man is the god of himself and that his future can only be triumphant?

Evidently the arts, all the visual arts, are becoming more democratic in the worst sense of the word.

Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.

Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks; and so may no one touch you who loves you.