I needed to justify my existence, and I had made an absolute of literature. It took me thirty years to get rid of this state of mind.

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

For the artist, the color, the bouquet, the tinkling of the spoon on the saucer, are things in the highest degree. He stops at the quality of the sound or the form. He returns to it constantly and is enchanted with it.

I am responsible for everything... except my very responsibility.

My thought is me: that is why I cannot stop thinking. I exist because I think I cannot keep from thinking.

The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.

No finite point has meaning without an infinite reference point.