Dreaming is to think by moonlight by the light of an inner moon.
We spend our lives talking about this mystery. Our life.
To have a horror of the bourgeois is bourgeois.
if I were to begin my life again, I should want it as it was. I would only open my eyes a little more.
Words are the small change of thought.
When the defects of others are perceived with so much clarity, it is because one possesses them oneself.