Illness is the most heeded of doctors: to goodness and wisdom we only make promises; pain we obey.

A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.

The only true voyage would be not to travel through a hundred different lands, but to see the same land through a hundred different pairs of eyes.

Until I saw Chardin's painting, I never realized how much beauty lay around me in my parents' house, in the half-cleared table, in the corner of a tablecloth left awry, in the knife beside the empty oyster shell.

The inertia of the mind urges it to slide down the easy slope of imagination, rather than to climb the steep slope of introspection.

It is always thus, impelled by a state of mind which is destined not to last, we make our irrevocable decisions

Death is in truth an illness from which we recover