The intellectual imagination! With me all or not at all. NON SERVIAM!

He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.

The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

The important thing is not what we write but how we write, and in my opinion the modern writer must be an adventurer above all, willing to take every risk, and be prepared to founder in his effort if need be. In other words we must write dangerously