Memory itself is an internal rumour.

The effort of art is to keep what is interesting in existence, to recreate it in the eternal.

Existence is a miracle, and, morally considered, a free gift from moment to moment.

Nonsense is so good only because common sense is so limited.

Eternal vigilance is the price of knowledge.

Art is the response to the demand for entertainment, for the stimulation of our senses and imagination, and truth enters into it only as it subserves these ends.

Intolerance is a form of egotism, and to condemn egotism intolerantly is to share it.