The aesthetic event is something as evident, as immediate, as indefinable as love, the taste of fruit, of water. We feel poetry as we feel the closeness of a woman, or as we feel a mountain or a bay. If we feel it immediately, why dilute it with other words, which no doubt will be weaker than our feelings?

We have shared out, like thieves, the amazing treasures of days and nights.

When you reach my age, you realize you couldn't have done things very much better or much worse than you did them in the first place.

You will reply that reality hasn't the slightest need to be of interest. And I'll answer you that reality may avoid the obligation to be interesting, but that hypotheses may not. In the hypothesis you have postulated, chance intervenes largely. Here lies a dead rabbi; I should prefer a purely rabbinical explanation; not the imaginary mischances of an imaginary robber.

Heaven and hell seem out of proportion to me: the actions of men do not deserve so much.

Censorship is the mother of metaphor.

What you really value is what you miss, not what you have.