The Most Powerful Soporific Is Sleep Itself.

In Reality, Every Reader Is, While Reading, The Reader Of His Own Self.

Under Each Station Of The Real, Another Glimmers.

Desire Makes Everything Blossom

Proust Was The Greatest Novelist Of The Twentieth Century, Just As Tolstoy Was In The Nineteenth.

I Believe That All True Art Is Classic, But The Dictates Of The Mind Rarely Permit Of Its Being Recognized As Such When It First Appears.