Obsessions of the Orient, of the desert, of its ardor and its emptiness, of the shadows of palm gardens, of the garments white and wide - obsessions where the senses go berserk, where nerves are exasperated, and which made me, at the onset of each night, believe sleep impossible.

Our judgements about things vary according to the time left us to live -that we think is left us to live.

Every perfect action is accompanied by pleasure. By that you can tell what you ought to do.

The important thing is being capable of emotions, but to experience only one's own would be a sorry limitation.

Nothing is more fatal to happiness than the remembrance of happiness.

A work of art is an exaggeration.

The less intelligent the white man is, the more stupid he thinks the black.