I saw a sunset in Queretaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal.

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 have committed the worst of sins one can commit... I have not been happy.

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

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

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.

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.