The real being of language is that into which we are taken up when we hear it - what is said.

The process of translating comprises in its essence the whole secret of human understanding of the world and of social communication.

The focus of subjectivity is a distorting mirror.

I basically only read books that are over 2,000 years old.

Nothing exists except through language.

A cultured society that has fallen away from its religious traditions expects more from art than the aesthetic consciousness and the 'standpoint of art' can deliver. The Romantic desire for a new mythology... gives the artist and his task in the world the consciousness of a new consecration. He is something like a 'secular saviour' for his creations are expected to achieve on a small scale the propitiation of disaster for which an unsaved world hopes.

The essence of the question is the opening up, and keeping open, of possibilities.