Remembrance Of Things Past Is Not Necessarily

Less Disappointing Than Life, Great Works Of Art Do Not Begin By Giving Us All Their Best.

People Wish To Learn To Swim And At The Same Time To Keep One Foot On The Ground.

Desire Makes Everything Blossom

When From A Long Distant Past Nothing Subsists After The Things Are Broken And Scattered, The Smell And Taste Of Things Remain.

In Times Like Ours, Where The Growing Complexity Of Life Leaves Us Barely The Time To Read The Newspapers, Where The Map Of Europehas Endured Profound Rearrangements And Is Perhaps On The Brink Of Enduring Yet Others, Where So Many Threatening And New Problems Appear Everywhere, You Will Admit It May Be Demanded Of A Writer That He Be More Than A Fine Wit Who Makes Us Forget In Idle And Byzantine Discussions On The Merits Of Pure Form.