To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?

What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes.

Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by a desire to change his bed.

But the true voyagers are only those who leave Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons, They never turn aside from their fatality And without knowing why they always say: "Let's go!

Imagination is the queen of truth, and possibility is one of the regions of truth. She is positively akin to infinity.

By nature, by necessity itself, [primitive man] is encyclopedic, while civilized man finds himself confined in the infinitely small regions of specialization.