All religions have honored the beggar. For he proves that in a matter at the same time as prosaic and holy, banal and regenerative as the giving of alms, intellect and morality, consistency and principles are miserably inadequate.

Every image of the past that is not recognised by the present as one of its own threatens to disappear irretrievably.

You could tell a lot about a man by the books he keeps - his tastes, his interest, his habits.

Books and harlots have their quarrels in public.

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

The film is the first art form capable of demonstrating how matter plays tricks on man.

Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away.