Time went on grey, uncloured, like a long journey where she sat unconscious as the landscape unrolled beside her.

There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.

The true artist doesn't substitute immorality for morality. On the contrary, he always substitutes a finer morality for a grosser one.

Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free of their authority.

Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.

I prefer unlucky things. Luck is vulgar. Who wants what luck would bring? I don't.

There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master.