For two thousand years Christianity has been telling us: life is death, death is life; it is high time to consult the dictionary.

If the secret of being a bore is to tell all, the secret of pleasing is to say just enough to be -not understood, but divined.

Most men who rail against women are railing at one woman only.

And there is neither beginning nor end, nor past nor future; there is only a present, at the same time static and ephemeral, multiple and absolute. It is the vital ocean in which we all share, according to our strength, our needs or our desires.

Good books are irrefutable, and bad books refute themselves.

The human mind is so complex and things are so tangled up with each other that, to explain a blade of straw, one would have to take to pieces an entire universe. A definition is a sack of flour compressed into a thimble.

The pleasure of being a scoundrel can be adequately savored in silence.