The composer opens the cage door for arithmetic, the draftsman gives geometry its freedom.

Statues to great men are made of the stones thrown at them in their lifetime.

Compromise yourself. Obscure your own trail.

I want the kind of readers who remain children at any cost. I can tell them at a glance: loyalty to that first enchantment guards better than any cosmetic; than any diet, against the insults of age. But alas for such readers, who would huddle safe and sound in the asylum of their credulous enchantment as if in the womb-our enervating century offends them by its chaos, its fidgets of light and space, the host of its excuses for dividing , for rending oneself from others and from oneself.

The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.

Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.

The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.