He thought that the rose was to be found in its own eternity and not in his words; and that we may mention or allude to a thing, but not express it.

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart, I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

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

His life, measured in space and time, will take up a mere few lines, which my ignorance will abbreviate further.

In the course of a life devoted less to living than to reading, I have verified many times that literary intentions and theories are nothing more than stimuli and that the final work usually ignores or even contradicts them.

We are as ignorant of the meaning of the dragon as we are of the meaning of the universe.

A system is nothing more than the subordination of all aspects of the universe to any one of such aspects.