Sin, guilt, neurosis; they are one and the same, the fruit of the tree of knowledge.

To know Paris is to know a great deal.

Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.

When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

Life is constantly providing us with new funds, new resources, even when we are reduced to immobility. In life's ledger there is no such thing as frozen assets.

Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing.

And what is the potential man, after all? Is he not the sum of all that is human? Divine, in other words?