And it is true that life lacks the monotony of museums. There come days which seem worthy of being framed, but they are so full of conflicting sounds, of line and color and living, burning light that they never become tedious.

Pain and love - the whole of life, in short - cannot be looked on as a disease just because they make us suffer.

Health doesn't analyze itself, nor does it look at itself in the mirror. Only we sick people know something about ourselves.

Everyone remembers his past with greater vividness as the present becomes more important. Dying men in their last delirium are supposed to see their whole life spread out before them.

The fancies of wine are authentic events.

Who knows whether, if I had given up smoking, I should really have become the strong perfect man I imagined? Perhaps it was this very doubt that bound me to my vice, because life is so much pleasanter if one is able to believe in one's own latent greatness

Tears throw a veil over our faults and allow us to accuse fate without fear or contradiction.