Art and propaganda have this much connection, that if a propaganda makes art impossible, it is clearly damned.

Christianity must be regarded not as a final revelation but as a phase of revelation.

... A La Recherche du Temps Perdu is like a beautiful hand with long fingers reaching out to pluck a perfect fruit, without error,for the accurate eye knows well it is growing just there on the branch, while Ulysses is the fumbling of a horned hand in darkness after a doubted jewel.

All men should have a drop of treason in their veins, if nations are not to go soft like so many sleepy pears.

I had a glorious father, I had no father at all.

Embraces do not matter; they merely indicate the will to love and may as well be followed by defeat as victory. But disregard means that now there needs to be no straining of the eyes, no stretching forth of the hands, no pressing of the lips, because theirs is such a union that they are no longer aware of the division of their flesh.

No great thing happens suddenly.