She had an overwhelming desire to tell him, like the most banal of women. Don't let me go, hold me tight, make me your plaything, your slave, be strong! But they were words she could not say. The only thing she said when he released her from his embrace was, "You don't know how happy I am to be with you." That was the most her reserved nature allowed her to express.

No act is of itself either good or bad. Only its place in the order of things makes it good or bad.

A man is responsible for his ignorance.

Necessity, weight, and value are three concepts inextricably bound: only necessity is heavy, and only what is heavy has value.

The light that radiates from the great novels time can never dim, for human existence is perpetually being forgotten by man and thus the novelists' discoveries, however old they may be, will never cease to astonish.

Let us consider the critic, therefore, as a discoverer of discoveries.

La memoria no guarda películas, guarda fotografías.