When you are in it up to your ears, keep your mouth shut.

I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory. Like the images the photographer plunges into a golden bath, our sentiments take on color; and only then, after that recoil and that trans-figuration, do we understand their real meaning and enjoy them in all their tranquil splendor.

We can know nothing till after this grave debate. The soul must withdraw, for this is not its hour. Now the knife must divide the flesh, and lay the ravage bare, and do its work completely.

To drink is a small matter. To be thirsty is everything.

I can no longer think what I want to think. My thoughts have been replaced by moving images.

It is always brave to say what everyone thinks.