Lovers can find nothing to say to each other that has not been said and unsaid a thousand times over. Kisses were invented to translate such nothings into wounds

Our inventions mirror our secret wishes.

No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.

Art like life is an open secret.

Somewhere in the heart of experience there is an order and a coherence which we might purprise if we were attentive enough, loving enough, or patient enough.

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.

Poverty is a great cutter-off and riches a great shutter-off.