After a certain age our memories are so intertwined with one another that what we are thinking of, the book we are reading, scarcely matters any more. We have put something of ourselves everywhere, everything is fertile, everything is dangerous, and we can make discoveries no less precious than in Pascal's Pensées in an advertisement for soap.

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.

After a certain age, the more one becomes oneself, the more obvious one's family traits become.

Most of our faculties lie dormant because they can rely upon Habit, which knows what there is to be done and has no need of their services.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

It is desire that engenders belief and if we fail as a rule to take this into account, it is because most of the desires that create beliefs end only with our own life.

Desire makes everything blossom