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

It is the task of the translator to release in his own language that pure language that is under the spell of another, to liberate the language imprisoned in a work in his re-creation of that work.

It is only for those without hope that hope is given.

Never stop writing because you have run out of ideas. Fill the lacunae of inspiration by tidily copying out what is already written.

To be happy is to be able to become aware of oneself without fright.

Never stop writing because you have run out of ideas.

By close-ups of the things around us, by focusing on hidden details of familiar objects, by exploring commonplace milieus under the ingenious guidance of the camera, the film, on the one hand, extends our comprehension of the necessities which rule our lives; on the other hand, it manages to assure us of an immense and unexpected field of action.