Truth is a matter of direct apprehension-you can't climb a ladder of mental concepts to it.

Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?

The national characteristics... the restless metaphysical curiosity, the tenderness of good living and the passionate individualism. This is the invisible constant in a place with which the ordinary tourist can get in touch just by sitting quite quietly over a glass of wine in a Paris bistro.

Shyness has laws you can only give yourself; tragically to those who least understand.

The artist's work constitutes the only satisfactory relationship he can have with his fellow men since he seeks his real friends among the dead and the unborn.

Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.

I suppose the secret of his success is in his tremendous idleness which almost approaches the supernatural.