Humor is also a way of saying something serious.

Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?

When a great poet has lived, certain things have been done once for all, and cannot be achieved again.

We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.