The truth is not a crystal that can be slipped into one's pocket, but an endless current into which one falls headlong.

... the novel is called upon like no other art form to incorporate the intellectual content of an age.

True' and 'false' are the evasions of people who never want to arrive at a decision. Truth is something without end.

We do not have too much intellect and too little soul, but too little intellect in matters of the soul.

I also believe that few people remain completely untouched by the thought that instead of the life they lead there might also be another, where all actions proceed from a very personal state of excitement. Where actions have meanings, not just causes. And where a person, to use a trivial word, is happy, and not just nervously tormenting himself.

... for the modern soul, for which it is mere child's play to bridge oceans and continents, there is nothing so impossible as to find the contact with the souls dwelling just around the corner.

It's not the genius who is 100 years ahead of his time but average man who is 100 years behind it.