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.
Andre GideThe most subtle art, the strongest and deepest art - supreme art - is the one that does not at first allow itself to be recognized.
Andre GideThe important thing is being capable of emotions, but to experience only one's own would be a sorry limitation.
Andre Gide