Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book.

The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books.

There is only beauty / and it has only one perfect expression / poetry. All the rest is a lie /except for those who live by the body, love, and, that love of the mind, friendship. For me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because its sensual delight falls back deliciously in my soul.

What we call 'time' isn't chronological but spatial; what we call 'death' is merely a transition between different kinds of matter.

Equilibrium is the state of death, only chaos produces life
The Ancient Greeks have been driven to extinction by too much search for architectural harmony.

One dead body required two men either to bury it or to transport it to the rear. A wounded soldier, on the other hand, immobilized five men for an indeterminate amount of time; and who knew whether it was even worth the effort.