Every monument of civilization is a monument of barbarism

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

Those who do not learn how to decipher photographs will be the illiterate of the future.

Like ultraviolet rays memory shows to each man in the book of life a script that invisibly and prophetically glosses the text.

Our image of happiness is indissolubly bound up with the image of the past.

To the lover the loved one always appears as solitary.

I came into the world under the sign of Saturn -- the star of the slowest revolution, the planet of detours and delays.