The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.
That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.
The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be put off; perhaps we all know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later all men will do and know all things.
Art always opts for the individual, the concrete; art is not Platonic.
Every writer "creates" his own precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future.
The fact is that all writers create their precursors. Their work modifies our conception of the past, just as it is bound to modify the future.
The central problem of novel-writing is causality.
In the course of a life devoted less to living than to reading, I have verified many times that literary intentions and theories are nothing more than stimuli and that the final work usually ignores or even contradicts them.
In the order of literature, as in others, there is no act that is not the coronation of an infinite series of causes and the source of an infinite series of effects.
To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.