Any disease that is treated as a mystery and acutely enough feared will be felt to be morally, if not literally, contagious.

Most people in this society who aren't actively mad are, at best, reformed or potential lunatics.

Ours is an age which consciously pursues health, and yet only believes in the reality of sickness.

Growing older is mainly an ordeal of the imagination-a moral disease, a social pathology.

Standing alone, photographs promise an understanding they cannot deliver. In the company of words, they take on meaning, but they slough off one meaning and take on another with alarming ease.

Gide and I have attained such perfect intellectual communion that I experience the appropriate labor pains for every thought he gives birth to!

A thing is a thing, not what is said of that thing.