Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.

Into this neutral air Where blind skyscrapers use Their full height to proclaim The strength of Collective Man, Each language pours its vain Competitive excuse.

Thank God for books as an alternative to conversation.

When one looks into the window of a store which sells devotional art objects, one can't help wishing the iconoclasts had won.

Routine, in an intelligent man, is a sign of ambition.

An honest self-portrait is extremely rare because a man who has reached the degree of self-consciousness presupposed by the desire to paint his own portrait has almost always also developed an ego-consciousness which paints himself painting himself, and introduces artificial highlights and dramatic shadows.

Detective stories have nothing to do with works of art.