There is no original truth, only original error. Ideas are invented only as correctives to the past. Through repeated rectifications of this kind one may hope to disengage an idea that is valid. Man is an imagining being. A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.
Two half philosophers will probably never a whole metaphysician make. One must always maintain one's connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. To remain in touch with the past requires a love of memory. To remain in touch with the past requires a constant imaginative effort. To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready always to apprehend in the flow of language the sudden flash of poetry.