In general, every country has the language it deserves.

We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.

You can't measure time by days, the way you measure money by dollars and cents, because dollars are all the same while every day is different and maybe every hour as well.

The art of writing is mysterious; the opinions we hold are ephemeral , and I prefer the Platonic idea of the Muse to that of Poe, who reasoned, or feigned to reason, that the writing of a poem is an act of the intelligence. It never fails to amaze me that the classics hold a romantic theory of poetry, and a romantic poet a classical theory.

The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.

Happy are the beloved and the lovers and those who can live without love.

Doubt is one of the names of intelligence.