How paradoxical it is to search reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory.

In reality, in love there is a permanent suffering which joy neutralizes, renders virtual delays, but which can at any moment become what it would have become long earlier if one had not obtained what one wanted -- atrocious.

The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct ratio to the swiftness of our passage.

There is no more ridiculous custom than the one that makes you express sympathy once and for all on a given day to a person whose sorrow will endure as long as his life. Such grief, felt in such a way is always present, it is never too late to talk about it, never repetitious to mention it again.

The true voyage of discovery is not a journey to a new place; it is learning to see with new eyes.

The heart does not lie.

The most familiar precepts are not always the truest.