Memory is a stopgap for humans, for whom time flies and what is passed is passed.

The Roseicrucians were everywhere, aided by the fact that they didn't exist.

The older I grow and the more I abandon myself to God's will, the less I value intelligence that wants to know and will that wants to do; and as the only element of salvation I recognize faith, which can wait patiently, without asking too many questions.

I love the secrecy of writing fiction. When I write a novel, I don't tell anybody what I'm doing. I'm living in my private world. And it's a great sensation.

Authors frequently say things they are unaware of; only after they have gotten the reactions of their readers do they discover what they have said

After so many years even the fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right, Agamemnon or Priam, when they fought over the beauty of a woman who is now dust and ashes?

He had prepared his death much earlier, in his imagination, unaware that his imagination, more creative than he, was planning the reality of that death.