Knowledge, absolutely sure of its infallibility, is faith.

And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential — I know it.

Accentuated plainness and accentuated vice ought to bring about harmony. Beauty lies in harmony, in style, whether it be the harmony of ugliness or beauty, vice or virtue.

The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl's sense. ("The North")

In order to write about the machine you have to know it, to live with it, to love it (or hate it). I think that true writing could be done on industrial subjects by people who work in industry, who are firmly linked with it. But ... and here is the opposite 'but', the technology of literary craftsmanship is itself a very fine and complex matter. Qualified specialists from industry prove themselves dilettantes in the field of literature. The needed synthesis is not yet in sight.

Now I no longer live in our clear, rational world; I live in the ancient nightmare world, the world of square roots of minus one.

But you can't plead with autumn. No. The midnight wind stalked through the woods, hooted to frighten you, swept everything away for the approaching winter, whirled the leaves. ("The North")