I had a microscopic eye for the blemish, for the grain of ugliness which to me constituted the sole beauty of the object.

One has to be a lowbrow, a bit of a murderer, to be a politician, ready and willing to see people sacrificed, slaughtered, for the sake of an idea, whether a good one or a bad one.

Every day the choice is presented to us, to live up to the spirit that is in us, or deny it.

A world without hope, but no despair

It does me good to write a letter which is not a response to a demand, a gratuitous letter, so to speak, which has accumulated in me like the waters of a reservoir.

To the man whose senses are alive and alert there is not even the need to stir from one's threshold.

I don't know whether you've ever had a woman eat an apple while you were doing it. Well, you can imagine how that affects you.