In general, every country has the language it deserves.

To be immortal is commonplace; except for man, all creatures are immortal, for they are ignorant of death; what is divine, terrible, incomprehensible, is to know that one is immortal.

I am interested in the past. Perhaps one of the reasons is we cannot make, cannot change the past. I mean you can hardly unmake the present. But the past after all is merely to say a memory, a dream. You know my own past seems continually changed when I am remembering it, or reading things that are interesting to me.

i walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive

What will die with me when I die, what pathetic or fragile form will the world lose?

A writer's work is the product of laziness.

We have stopped believing in progress. What progress that is !