In love, happiness is an abnormal state.

A work should convey its entire meaning by itself, imposing it on the spectator even before he knows what the subject is.

All the great things we know have come to us from neurotics. It is they who have founded religions and created great works of art.

We become moral when we are unhappy.

We love only what we do not wholly possess.

The bonds that unite us to another human being are sanctified when he or she adopts the same point of view as ourselves in judging one of our imperfections.

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