Man cannot produce a single work without the assistance of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thought.

Holidays - Have no pity.

The most dangerous aspect of present-day life is the dissolution of the feeling of individual responsibility. Mass solitude has done away with any difference between the internal and the external, between the intellectual and the physical.

The new man is born too old to tolerate the new world. The present conditions of life have not yet erased the traces of the past. We run too fast, but we still do not move enough. He looks but he does not contemplate, he sees but he does not think. He runs away from time, which is made of thought, and yet all he can feel is his own time, the present.

Too many lives are needed to make just one.

'Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are aflickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks…'.