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.

I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space.

Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.

A human being - what is a human being? Everything and nothing. Through the power of thought it can mirror everything it experiences. Through memory and knowledge it becomes a microcosm, carrying the world within itself. A mirror of things, a mirror of facts. Each human being becomes a little universe within the universe!

The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.

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

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.