The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.

Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.

Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.

We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?

There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.

We shall be better prepared for the future if we see how terrible, how doomed the present is.

All art deals with the absurd and aims at the simple. Good art speaks truth, indeed is truth, perhaps the only truth.