A man has many parts, he is virtually everything, and you are free to select in him that part which pleases you.

Truths may clash without contradicting each other.

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her.

How is it possible for one to own the stars?" "To whom do they belong?" the businessman retorted, peevishly. "I don't know. To nobody.

Perfection is reachednot when there's nothing to add, but when there's nothing to take away.

The Beauty of the Mountain is hidden for all those who try to discover it from the top, supposing that, one way or an other, one can reach this place directly. The Beauty of the Mountain reveals only to those who climbed it.

Man is but a network of relationships and these alone matter to him.