He took over anger to intimidate subordinates, and in time anger took over him.

The degree of slowness is directionally proportional to the intensity of memory. The degree of speed is directionally proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.

The light that radiates from the great novels time can never dim, for human existence is perpetually being forgotten by man and thus the novelists' discoveries, however old they may be, will never cease to astonish.

Only a literary work that reveals an unknown fragment of human existence has a reason for being.

The sound of laughter is like the vaulted dome of a temple of happiness.