Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible.
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.
Living is abnormal.
You've always made the mistake of being yourself.
The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly awar.
A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind.
Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been.
No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.
Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed in the light, out of the darkness, utterly new and fresh and astonishing. The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us.
We have not the time to take our time.
It is not the answer that enlightens, but the question.