A critic is a lug-worm in the liver of literature.

To be the equal of reality you must learn how to ignore it without danger.

Science is the poetry of the intellect and poetry the science of the heart's affections.

I see artists as a great battalion moving through paint, words, music towards cosmological interpretation.

Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection.

A diary is the last place to go if you wish to seek the truth about a person. Nobody dares to make the final confession to themselves on paper: or at least, not about love.

I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.