One can know worlds one has not experienced, choose a response to life that has never been offered, create an inwardness utterly strong and fruitful.

Death is unbearable unless you can get beyond the I.

There are some elements in life - above all, sexual pleasure - about which it isn't necessary to have a position.

In the valley of sorrow, spread your wings.

In the final analysis, style is art. And art is nothing more or less than various modes of stylized, dehumanized representation.

Needing to have reality confirmed and experience enhanced by photographs is an aesthetic consumerism to which everyone is now addicted. Industrial societies turn their citizens into image-junkies; it is the most irresistible form of mental pollution.

It is the nature of aphoristic thinking to be always in a state of concluding; a bid to have the final word is inherent in all powerful phrase-making.