Sex-appeal is the keynote of our whole civilization.

An absolute can only be given in an intuition, while all the rest has to do with analysis. We call intuition here the sympathy by which one is transported into the interior of an object in order to coincide with what there is unique andconsequently inexpressible in it. Analysis, on the contrary, is the operation which reduces the object to elements already known.

Wherever anything lives, there is, open somewhere, a register in which time is being inscribed.

It is the very essence of intelligence to coordinate means with a view to a remote end, and to undertake what it does not feel absolutely sure of carrying out.

There is no greater joy than that of feeling oneself a creator. The triumph of life is expressed by creation.

In just the same way the thousands of successive positions of a runner are contracted into one sole symbolic attitude, which our eye perceives, which art reproduces, and which becomes for everyone the image of a man who runs.

Sex-appeal is the keynote of our whole civilization.