Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.

A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual.

I confess, I do not believe in time.

Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much.

Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

Discussion in class, which means letting twenty young blockheads and two cocky neurotics discuss something that neither their teacher nor they know.

A writer should have the precision of a poet and the imagination of a scientist.

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.