Those horses must have been Spanish jennets, born of mares mated with a zephyr; for they went as swiftly as the wind, and the moon, which had risen at our departure to give us light, rolled through the sky like a wheel detached from its carriage.

I am one of those for whom superfluity is a necessity.

Critical lice are like body lice, which desert corpses to seek the living.

Yes, the work comes out more beautiful from a material that resists the process, verse, marble, onyx, or enamel.

No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.

I am a man for whom the outside world exists.

Books follow morals, and not morals books.