Death destroys a man: the idea of Death saves him.

It is pleasant to be transferred from an office where one is afraid of a sergeant-major into an office where one can intimidate generals and perhaps this is why history is so attractive to the more timid among us.

What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.

In the creative state a man is taken out of himself. He lets down as it were a bucket into his subconscious and draws up something which is normally beyond his reach. He mixes this thing with his normal experiences and out of the mixture he makes a work of art.

How do I know what I think until I see what I say?

We move between two darknesses.