“There is no use being alive if one must work. The event from which each of us is entitled to expect the revelation of his own lifes meaning - that event which I may not yet have found, but on whose...”

“My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.”

“My wife with the hair of a wood fireWith the thoughts of heat lightningWith the waist of an hourglassWith the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tigerMy wife with the lips of a cockade and of a bu...”

“Lifes greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose.”

“Il faut que lhomme svade de cette lice ridicule quon lui a faite: le prtendu rel actuel avec la perspective dun rel futur qui ne vaille gure mieux. Chaque minute pleine porte en elle-mme la ngation...”

“We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing.”

“Saturday night is perfect for writers because other people have "plans.”

“Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.”

“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”

“The role of an orchestra in the 21st century isn't just playing, it's about developing future audiences and performers.”

“His thoughts were hemmed in. One can only draw curved lines on the terrestrial sphere which, as they extend, forever meet with themselves. At such intersections we always encounter what we have alr...”

“We are in front of a fountain, whose jet she seems to be watching. 'Those are your thoughts and mine. Look where they all start from, how high they reach, and then how it's still prettier when they...”

“I still love the sound of breaking,the tearing of the page”