Wasting time has an esthetics to it.

In this metallic age of barbarians, only a relentless cultivation of our ability to dream, to analyse and to captivate can prevent our personality from degenerating into nothing or else into a personality like all the rest.

There's a tiredness of abstract inteligence, and it's the most horrible of tirednesses. It doesn't weight on you like the tiredness of the body, nor does it worry you like the tiredness of knowledge and emotion. It's a weightiness of the conscience of the world, an inability of the soul to breathe.

The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own

I'm the empty stage where various actors act out various plays.

Writing is like paying myself a formal visit.

Art gives us the illusion of liberation from the sordid business of being.