When rich people fight wars with one another, poor people are the ones to die.

Lord, you have cursed Cain and Cain’s children: thy will be done. You have allowed men’s hearts to be corrupted, that their intentions be rotten, that their actions putrefy and stink: thy will be done.

One of the chief motives of artistic creation is certainly the need of feeling that we are essential in relationship to the world.

There is no salvation anywhere. The idea of salvation implies the idea of an absolute.

I will not be modest. Humble, as much as you like, but not modest. Modesty is the virtue of the lukewarm.

Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.

I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.