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

I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left...

Whoever would undertake some atrocious enterprise should act as if it were already accomplished should impose upon himself a future as irrevocable as the past.

Every writer creates his own precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future.

There are those who seek the love of a woman to forget her, to not think about her.

Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.

I would rather like to think of God as being a kind of adventurer - even as Wells thought about him - or perhaps as something within us making for some unknown purpose.