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

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

The camera introduces us to unconscious optics as does psychoanalysis to unconscious impulses.

All human knowledge takes the form of interpretation.

All disgust is originally disgust at touching.

Writers are really people who write books not because they are poor, but because they are dissatisfied with the books which they could buy but do not like.

The concept of progress must be grounded in the idea of catastrophe. That things are 'status quo' is the catastrophe