Religion is simply art bastardized out of all recognition.

The steward, according to custom, had stopped all the clocks. This, in the language of Narouz, said "Your stay with us is so brief, let us not be reminded of the flight of the hours."

The memory of man is as old as misfortune

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

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.

I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.

People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.