Art is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers... What we call art is a game.

To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes; to hear it is to see it with our ears.

Beyond happiness or unhappiness, though it is both things, love is intensity; it does not give us eternity but life, that second in which the doors of time and space open just a crack: here is there and now is always.