Europe is so well gardened that it resembles a work of art, a scientific theory, a neat metaphysical system. Man has re-created Europe in his own image.

Man is an intelligence in servitude to his organs.

People travel for the same reason they collect works of art: because the best people do it

Every man's memory is his private literature.

Give us this day our daily Faith, but deliver us, dear God, from Belief.

Perhaps it's good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he's happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?