Books and harlots have their quarrels in public.

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

Let no thought pass incognito, and keep your notebook as strictly as the authorities keep their register of aliens.

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

As long as there is still one beggar around, there will still be myth.

The distracted person, too, can form habits.

What has been forgotten is never something purely individual. Everything forgotten mingles with what has been forgotten of the prehistoric world, forms countless, uncertain, changing compounds, yielding a constant flow of new, strange products.