Now the same mystery which often veils from our eyes the reason for a catastrophe envelops just as frequently, when love is in question, the suddenness of certain happy solutions, such as had been brought to me by Gilberte's letter. Happy, or at least seemingly happy, for there are few that can really be happy when we are dealing with a sentiment of such a kind that any satisfaction we can give it does no more, as a rule, than dislodge some pain. And yet sometimes a respite is granted us, and we have for a little while the illusion of being healed.

A work in which there are theories is like an object which still has the ticket that shows its price.

A work should convey its entire meaning by itself, imposing it on the spectator even before he knows what the subject is.

Only imagination and belief can differentiate from the rest certain objects, certain people, and can create an atmosphere.

The memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment.

Le veritable voyage de decouverte ne consiste pas a chercher de nouveaux paysages, mais a avoir de nouveaux yeux. (The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.)

The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.