The questions which one asks oneself begin, at least, to illuminate the world, and become one's key to the experience of others.

The responsibility of a writer is to excavate the experience of the people who produced him.

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

If I am not what you say I am, then you are not who you think you are.

Love is like the lightning, and your maturity is signaled by the extent to which you can accept the dangers and the power and the beauty of love.

The South is very beautiful but its beauty makes one sad because the lives that people live here, and have lived here, are so ugly.

When a man asks himself what is meant by action he proves that he isn't a man of action. Action is a lack of balance. In order to act you must be somewhat insane. A reasonably sensible man is satisfied with thinking.