We know all their gods; they ignore ours. What they call our sins are our gods, and what they call their gods, we name otherwise.

I do not understand those who spend hours at the theater watching scenes between people whom they would not listen to for five minutes in real life.

We know all their gods; they ignore ours. What they call our sins are our gods, and what they call their gods, we name otherwise.

There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.

A good book is never exhausted; we are never exhausted by a good book.

The past is such a subtle thing. [But] in the end, nothing else exists, everything is made of the past, even the future.

The finest life is spent creating oneself, not procreating.