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

All still lifes are actually paintings of the world on the sixth day of creation, when God and the world were alone together, without man!

Anyone who still wants to experience fairytales these days can’t afford to dither when it comes to using their brains.

The proverbial notion of historical distance consists in our having lost ninety-five of every hundred original facts, so the remaining ones can be arranged however one likes.

One must conform to the baseness of an age or become neurotic.

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

There is, in short, no great idea that stupidity could not put to its own uses [....] The truth by comparison, has only one appearance and only one path, and is always at a disadvantage.