To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail... failure is his world and the shrink from it desertion

Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark room, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.

It has been said that beauty is a promise of happiness. Conversely, the possibility of pleasure can be a beginning of beauty.

When I went to Venice I found that my dream had become-incredibly, but quite simply-my address.

At the heart of our friendly or purely social relations, there lurks a hostility momentarily cured but recurring by fits and starts.

If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.