There can be no peace of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a fresh starting-point for future desires.

So we don't believe that life is beautiful because we don't recall it but if we get a whiff of a long-forgotten smell we are suddenly intoxicated and similarly we think we no longer love the dead because we don't remember them but if by chance we come across an old glove we burst into tears.

For one cannot change, that is to say become another person, while continuing to acquiesce to the feelings of the person one no longer is.

A cathedral, a wave of a storm, a dancer's leap, never turn out to be as high as we had hoped.

A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.

Those whose suffering is due to love are, as we say of certain invalids, their own physicians.

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