We were clever enough to turn a laundry list into poetry.

When the poet is in love, he is incapable of writing poetry on love. He has to write when he remembers that he was in love.

What is life if not the shadow of a fleeting dream?

A transposable aphorism is a malaise of the urge to be witty, or in other words, a maxim that is untroubled by the fact that the opposite of what it says is equally true so long as it appears to be funny.

A newspaper can follow the compulsions, the desires of the readers. Take the English evening newspapers - they are following the readers' desires when they are interested only in the royal family gossip. But even the most objective, serious newspaper in the world designs the way in which the reader could or should think. That's unavoidable.

It takes a little time, but the pleasures of cooking begin before the pleasures of the palate, and preparing means anticipating.

The monkish vows keep us far from that sink of vice that is the female body, but often they bring us close to other errors. Can I finally hide from myself the fact that even today my old age is still stirred by the noonday demon when my eyes, in choir, happen to linger on the beardless face of a novice, pure and fresh as a maidens?