A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.
The only real beauty is the beauty of the soul.
The essence of modernity is psychologism, the experiencing and interpretation of the world in terms of the reactions of our inner life and indeed as an inner world, the dissolution of fixed contents in the fluid element of the soul, from which all that is substantive is filtered and whose forms are merely forms of motion.
"The novel is a mirror that reflects the complexities of human existence."