An amazing observation: it is precisely for feelings that one needs time, not for thought. ... Feelings, obviously, are more demanding than thought.

How quiet the writing, how noisy the printing.

Meanings are translatable. Words are untranslatable… More briefly – a word is translatable, its sound is not.

Women talk about love and silent about lovers, men - on the contrary: Speaking of mistresses, but are silent about love.

No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?

Who sleeps at night? No one is sleeping.
 In the cradle a child is screaming.
 An old man sits over his death, and anyone
 young enough talks to his love, breathes 
into her lips, looks into her eyes.

For the spell is older than experience. For the tale is older than the record.