I go dreaming into the future, where I see nothing, nothing. I have no plans, no idea, no project, and, what is worse, no ambition. Something – the eternal ‘what’s the use?’ – sets its...

When will someone write from the point of view of a joke, that is to say theway God sees events from above?

Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.

By dint of railing at idiots you run the risk of becoming idiotic yourself

The author, in his work, must be like God in the Universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere.

The artist, to my way of thinking, is a monstrosity, something outside nature.