The Art Of Writing Is The Art

Adultery ... Could Be As Banal As Marriage.

The Rage For Wanting To Conclude Is One Of The Most Deadly And Most Fruitless Manias To Befall Humanity. Each Religion And Each Philosophy Has Pretended To Have God To Itself, To Measure The Infinite, And To Know The Recipe For Happiness. What Arrogance And What Nonsense! I See, To The Contrary, That The Greatest Geniuses And The Greatest Works Have Never Concluded.

But An Infinity Of Passions Can Be Contained In A Minute, Like A Crowd In A Tiny Space.

There Are Some Men Whose Only Mission Among Others Is To Act As Intermediaries; One Crosses Them Like Bridges And Keeps Going.

The Author, In His Work, Must Be Like God In The Universe, Present Everywhere And Visible Nowhere.