I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.

There is a concept which corrupts and upsets all others. I refer not to Evil, whose limited realm is that of ethics; I refer to the infinite.

Any life, no matter how long and complex it may be, is made up of a single moment – the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is.

I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.

My father and he had one of those English friendships which begin by avoiding intimacies and eventually eliminate speech altogether.