There Is No Language Without Deceit.

My Confidence In The Future Of Literature Consists In The Knowledge That There Are Things That Only Literature Can Give Us, By Means Specific To It.

In General Confusion Youth Recognizes Itself And Rejoices.

If A Lover Is Wretched Who Invokes Kisses Of Which He Knows Not The Flavor, A Thousand Times More Wretched Is He Who Has Had A Taste Of The Flavor And Then Had It Denied Him.

Nobody These Days Holds The Written Word In Such High Esteem As Police States Do.

Falsehood Is Never In Words; It Is In Things.