Doesn't the theory of relativity concern literature too? In our world there is no longer any room for the privileged observer, as there is none for the observer of the universe - we are all within.

I had learnt to seek intensity — more of life, a concentrated sense of life.

How surprisingly alive false ideas are! They even have their own evolution. At first they are highfalutin' 'truths,' then humdrum 'laws,' and finally superstitions.

Pearls ... have a way of dying when separated from their owner.

For many years I used the pronoun 'we.' Now, as in my youth, I go to sleep and wake up alone.

Paris is not a city, it is the image, the symbol of France, its today and yesterday, the reflection of its history, its geography and its hidden essence.

The idea came to me that I was, am, and will be, but perhaps will not become. This did not scare me. There was for me in being an intensity I did not feel in becoming.

The past is good (as we all know), twenty, thirty years back everything was good, anyone can tell you that.

The idea came to me that I was am and will be but perhaps will not become. This did not scare me. There was for me in being an intensity I did not feel in becoming.

It seemed everything would be alright after all.

One wonders what would happen in a society where there were no rules to break. Doubtlessly everyone would quickly die of boredom.

I seemed to be the only person I knew without a plan that would put the world on its feet and wipe the tear from every eye. No wonder I felt like a stranger in my own land.

College was to teach me that I was one of life's journeymen, eager to excel but lacking the requisite gifts.

It doesn't matter if a cat is black or white as long as it catches mice.

Beauty is the expression of the hearts truth.

Adversity is a stimulus.

I was smart enough to go through any door that opened.

Oughta be a law everybody has to take a trip every two years just to make 'em realize how good home is.

Whoever is holding the belt right now is the one I want to fight. I want to get that belt again. It's mine.