Literature tells very little to those who understand it.

All human knowledge takes the form of interpretation.

True translation is transparent: it does not obscure the original, does not stand in its light, but rather allows pure language, as if strengthened by its own medium, to shine even more fully on the original.

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.

Capitalism is a purely cultic religion, perhaps the most extreme that ever existed.

In the fields with which we are concerned, knowledge comes only in flashes. The text is the thunder rolling long afterward.

Experience has taught me that the shallowest of communist platitudes contains more of a hierarchy of meaning than contemporary bourgeois profundity.