A sleeping man holds in a circle around him the thread of the hours, the order of years and of worlds. He consults them instinctively upon awaking and in one second reads in them the point of the earth that he occupies, the time past until his arousal; but their ranks can be mingled or broken.

Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.

Instead of seeking new landscapes, develop new eyes.

We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.

Let a prize lower my position, if it causes me to be read; that I prefer immediately to all the honors.

Most of the supposed expressions of our feelings merely relieve us of them by drawing them out of us in an indistinct form that does not teach us to know them.

Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.