It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

Ah, if I could realize, if I could forget myself and devote my meditations to the freeing, the awakening and the blessedness of all living creatures everywhere I'd realize what there is, is ecstasy.

Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again.

Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan?

It was the work of the quiet mountains, this torrent of purity at my feet.

Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.