If it were possible to talk to the unborn, one could never explain to them how it feels to be alive, for life is washed in the speechless real.

It is only in the shadows, when some fresh wave, truly original, truly creative, breaks upon the shore, that there will be a rediscovery of the West.

The history of creation is but a succession of battles between amateurs of genius-inspired heretics- and orthodox professionals.

It seems a long time since the morning mail could be called correspondence.

We cannot appreciate the art of any age without first acquiring an equivalent of the experience it depicts.

You never step in the same river of thought twice, because neither you nor it are the same.

The world has long observed that small acts of immorality, if repeated, will destroy character. It is equally manifest, though never said, that uttering nonsense and half-truth without cease ends by destroying Intellect