Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies.

The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.

This is not a book in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty... what you will.

Certainly paradise, whatever, wherever it be, contains flaws. (Paradisical flaws, if you like.) If it did not, it would be incapable of drawing the hearts of men or angels.

I don't think we should read for instruction but to give our souls a chance to luxuriate.

Every day that we fail to live out the maximum of our potentialities we kill the Shakespeare, Dante, Homer, Christ which is in us.

Everything hinges on how you look at things