A sensation must have fallen very low to deign to turn into an idea.
Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.
A sudden silence in the middle of a conversation suddenly brings us back to essentials: it reveals how dearly we must pay for the invention of speech.
Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.
My enthusiasms...constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future.
Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.