A man who is 'of sound mind' is one who keeps the inner madman under lock and key.

Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.

Long years must pass before the truths we have made for ourselves become our very flesh.

Man cannot bear his own portrait. The image of his limits and his own determinacy exasperates him, drives him mad.

The only treaties that ought to count are those which would effect a settlement between ulterior motives.

Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking.

To penetrate one's being, one must go armed to the teeth.