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

Literature tells very little to those who understand it.

Only he who can view his own past as an abortion sprung from compulsion and need can use it to full advantage in the present.

It is in a small village in the Pyrenees where no one knows me 7that my life will come to a close.... There is not enough time remaining for me to write all the letters I would like to write.

To a book collector, you see, the true freedom of all books is somewhere on his shelves.

The idea that happiness could have a share in beauty would be too much of a good thing.

Ownership is the most intimate relationship that one can have to objects. Not that they come alive in him; it is he who lives in them.