Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms

In the order of literature, as in others, there is no act that is not the coronation of an infinite series of causes and the source of an infinite series of effects.

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

If you using local color in an unobtrusive way, it is all for the good. But if you stress it, the whole thing is artificial. But it should be used, I mean, it's not forbidden. But you don't have to stress it.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

Besides, rereading, not reading, is what counts.

Lully's machine, Mill's fear and Lasswitz's chaotic library can be the subject of jokes, but they exaggerate a propensity which is common: making metaphysics and the arts into a kind of play with combinations.