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

The adjustment of reality to the masses and of the masses to reality is a process of unlimited scope, as much for thinking as for perception.

All great works of literature either dissolve a genre or invent one.

The illiterate of the future will not be the man who cannot read the alphabet, but the one who cannot take a photograph.

The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.

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

The work of memory collapses time.