Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.

No matter how much we scorn it, kitsch is an integral part of the human condition.

You can understand nothing about art, particularly modern art, if you do not understand that imagination is a value in itself.

Only a literary work that reveals an unknown fragment of human existence has a reason for being.

The worth of a human being lies in the ability to extend oneself, to go outside oneself, to exist in and for other people.

There are metaphysical problems, problems of human existence, that philosophy has never known how to grasp in all their concreteness and that only the novel can seize.