Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.

Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.

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

The heresies we should fear are those which can be confused with orthodoxy.

All theories are legitimate, no matter. What matters is what you do with them.

I would define the baroque as that style that deliberately exhausts (or tries to exhaust) its own possibilities, and that borders on self-caricature. The baroque is the final stage in all art, when art flaunts and squanders its resources.

Any life, however long and complicated it may be, actually consists of a single moment — the moment when a man knows forever more who he is.