Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to qualify it.

...A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.

Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.

We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.

The only certainty is death.