The great quality of true art is that it rediscovers, grasps and reveals to us that reality far from where we live, from which we get farther and farther away as the conventional knowledge we substitute for it becomes thicker and more impermeable.

It is a mistake to speak of a bad choice in love, since, as soon as a choice exists, it can only be bad.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

If, I can someday see M. Claude Monet's garden, I feel sure that I shall see something that is not so much a garden of flowers as of colours and tones, less an old-fashioned flower garden than a colour garden, so to speak, one that achieves an effect not entirely nature's, because it was planted so that only the flowers with matching colours will bloom at the same time, harmonized in an infinite stretch of blue or pink.

All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.

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

Love is a reciprocal torture.