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

In a language known to us, we have substituted the opacity of the sounds with the transparence of the ideas. But a language we donot know is a closed place in which the one we love can deceive us, making us, locked outside and convulsed in our impotence, incapable of seeing or preventing anything.

And so when studying faces, we do indeed measure them, but as painters, not as surveyors.

The true voyage of discovery is not a journey to a new place; it is learning to see with new eyes.

Often it is just lack of imagination that keeps a man from suffering very much.

The only true voyage of discovery, . . . would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes.

The opinions which we hold of one another, our relations with friends and kinsfolk are in no sense permanent, save in appearance, but are as eternally fluid as the sea itself.