I'll love you, dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street.

God may reduce you on Judgment Day to tears of shame, reciting by heart the poems you would have written, had your life been good.

The most difficult problem in personal knowledge, whether of oneself or of others, is the problem of guessing when to think as a historian and when to think as an anthropologist.

No hero is mortal till he dies.

There is a certain kind of person who is so dominated by the desire to be loved for himself alone that he has constantly to test those around him by tiresome behavior; what he says and does must be admired, not because it is intrinsically admirable, but because it is his remark, his act. Does not this explain a good deal of avant-garde art?

The relation of faith between subject and object is unique in every case. Hundreds may believe, but each has to believe by himself.

A poet can write about a man slaying a dragon, but not about a man pushing a button that releases a bomb.