In theory one is aware that the earth revolves, but in practice one does not perceive it, the ground upon which one treads seems not to move, and one can live undisturbed. So it is with Time in one's life.

So we don't believe that life is beautiful because we don't recall it but if we get a whiff of a long-forgotten smell we are suddenly intoxicated and similarly we think we no longer love the dead because we don't remember them but if by chance we come across an old glove we burst into tears.

The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.

And indeed when we are no longer in love with women whom we meet after many years, is there not the abyss of death between them and ourselves, just as much as if they were no longer of this world, since the fact that we are no longer in love makes the people that they were or the person that we were then as good as dead?

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

According to a charming law of nature which is evident even in the most sophisticated societies, we live in complete ignorance of whatever we love.

A powerful idea communicates some of its strength to him who challenges it.