I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.

The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

The poet is always our contemporary.

Moreover, a book is not made of sentences laid end to end, but of sentences built, if an image helps, into arcades or domes.

To read a novel is a difficult and complex art.

There are no teachers, saints, prophets, good people, but the artists.