But he could not renounce his infinite capacity for illusion at the very moment he needed it most... he saw fireflies where there were none.

One had to live a long time to know a man's true nature.

And both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love.

In all the houses keys to memorizing objects and feelings had been written. But the system demanded so much vigilance and moral strength that many succumbed to the spell of an imaginary reality, one invented by themselves, which was less practical for them but more comforting.

To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.

Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

Don't struggle so much, the best things happen when not expected.