“The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves is what I call hell.”

“The day may come when, contemplating a world given back to the primeval forst, a human survivor will have no means of even guessing how much intelligence Man once imposed upon the forms of the earth, when he set up the stones of Florence in the billowing expanse of the Tuscan olive-groves. No trace will be left then of the palaces that saw Michelangelo pass by, nursing his grievances against Raphael; and nothing of the little Paris cafes where Renoir once sat beside Cezanne, Van Gogh beside Gauguin. Solitude, vicegerent of Eternity, vanquishes men's dreams no less than armies, and men have known this ever since they came into being and realized that they must die.”

“Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.”

“What is Man? A miserable little pile of secrets.”

“In literature, as in Life, one is often astonished by what is chosen by others.”

“I don't argue with my enemies; I explain to their children.”

“I seek the crucial region of the soul where absolute Evil and fraternity clash.”