Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.

Travel, like dreams, is a door that opens from the real world into a world that is yet to be discovered

There are some delightful places in this world which have a sensual charm for the eyes. One loves them with a physical love. We people who are attracted by the countryside cherish fond memories of certain springs, certain woods, certain ponds, certain hills, which have become familiar sights and can touch our hearts like happy events. Sometimes indeed the memory goes back towards a forest glade, or a spot on a river bank or an orchard in blossom, glimpsed only once on a happy day, but preserved in our heart.

The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.

One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.

In fact living is dying.

The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.