Science is history arranged according to the superstition and taste of the moment. The vocabulary of scholars has no wit, no salt. These heavy tomes have no soul, they are filled with distress... — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“As a special branch of general philosophy, pathogenesis had never been explored. In my opinion it had never been approached in a strictly scientific… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
Writing is to descend like a miner to the depths of the mine with a lamp on your forehead, a light whose dubious brightness… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“and only much later, when Mascha wanted a child, did I realize that love is a deadly poison, a vice, a vice that one… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
I used the word 'prose' in the Trans-Siberian in the early Latin sense of prosa dictu. Poem seemed to me too pretentious, too narrow.… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“Feelings flake off and fall in dust. The senses, vitrified, can no longer experience pleasure; they crack at the least provocation. Each of us,… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“Do not forget that when the heart petrifies there is no progress. All science must be like a fruit, so ordered that it may… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“Each of us attempted to stem & hold fast the unending flood of his thoughts which tended to trickle off into that inner void.… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
Only a soul full of despair can ever attain serenity and, to be in despair, you must have loved a good deal and still… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
Photogenic is a stupid, nonsensical word, but it is also a great mystery. — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“you make me laugh, with your metaphysical anguish, its just that you're scared silly, frightened of life, of men of action, of action itself,… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“Modern man has a need for simplification that tends to find its expression one way or another. And this artificial monotony which he takes… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
