God made everything out of nothing, but the nothingness shows through.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.

The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.

An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.

Man is only man at the surface. Remove the skin, dissect, and immediately you come to machinery.

Love is being stupid together.

Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.

The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.

A man is infinitely more complicated than his thoughts.