The dictionary is based on the hypothesis -- obviously an unproven one -- that languages are made up of equivalent synonyms.

The word happiness exists in every language; it is plausible the thing itself exists.

A writer's work is the product of laziness.

The aesthetic event is something as evident, as immediate, as indefinable as love, the taste of fruit, of water. We feel poetry as we feel the closeness of a woman, or as we feel a mountain or a bay. If we feel it immediately, why dilute it with other words, which no doubt will be weaker than our feelings?

Translations are a partial and precious documentation of the changes the text suffers.

That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.

I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.