It is not badness, it is the absence of goodness, which, in Art as in Life, is so depressing.

The portion we see of human beings is very small: their formats and faces, voices and words.... beyond these, like an immense dark continent, lies all that has made them.

Most people, after accomplishing something, use it over and over again like a gramophone record till it cracks, forgetting that the past is just the stuff with which to make more future.

Words are the only arteries of thought our poor human body possesses.

The greatest of mythologies divided its gods into creators, preservers and destroyers. Tidiness obviously belongs to the second category, which mitigates the terrific impact of the other two.

It is better to be passionate than to be tolerant at the expense of one's soul.

There is generosity in giving, but gentleness in receiving.