Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something.

But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.

For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.

Watt's concern, deep as it appeared, was not after all what the figure was, in reality, but with what the figure appeared to be, in reality.

God is love. Yes or no? No.

Absolute virtue is as sure to kill a man as absolute vice is, let alone the dullness of it and the pomposities of it.