No work of art is ever completed, it is only abandoned.

History is the most dangerous product evolved from the chemistry of the intellect. ...History will justify anything. It teaches precisely nothing, for it contains everything and furnishes examples of everything.

Order always weighs on the individual. Disorder makes him wish for the police or for death. These are two extreme circumstances in which human nature is not at ease.

It would be impossible to "love" anyone or anything one knew completely. Love is directed towards what lies hidden in its object.

Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking.

Interruption, incoherence, surprise are the ordinary conditions of our life. They have even become real needs for many people, whose minds are no longer fed by anything but sudden changes and constantly renewed stimuli. We can no longer bear anything that lasts. We no longer know how to make boredom bear fruit. So the whole question comes down to this: can the human mind master what the human mind has made?

If the Ego is hateful, Love your neighbor as yourself becomes a cruel irony.