Reading is at the threshold of spiritual life; it can introduce us to it; it does not constitute it. There are, however, certain cases, certain pathological cases, so to speak, of spiritual depression in which reading can become a sort of curative discipline and assume the task, through repeated stimulation, of continuously reintroducing a lazy mind into the life of the spirit.

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

We passionately long that there may be another life in which we shall be similar to what we are here below. But we do not pause to reflect that, even without waiting for that other life, in this life, after a few years we are unfaithful to what we have been, to what we wished to remain immortally.

Griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart.

Love...., ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.

When I am not too sad to listen, music is my consolation.

We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.