For what is the program of the bourgeois parties? A bad poem on springtime, filled to bursting with metaphors.

The art of storytelling is reaching its end because the epic side of truth, wisdom, is dying out.

We do not always proclaim loudly the most important thing we have to say. Nor do we always privately share it with those closest to us, our intimate friends, those who have been most devotedly ready to receive our confession.

The killing of a criminal can be moral-but never its legitimation.

What we must demand from the photographer is the ability to put such a caption beneath his picture as will rescue it from the ravages of modishness and confer upon it a revolutionary use value.

Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.

Books, too, begin like the week – with a day of rest in memory of their creation. The preface is their Sunday.