The only truths which are universal are those gross enough to be thought so.
A bad poem is one that vanishes into meaning.
Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.
What is simple is wrong, and what is complicated cannot be understood.
I thought it necessary to study history, even to study it deeply, in order to obtain a clear meaning of our immediate time.
No work of art is ever completed, it is only abandoned.