When we are in love, our love is too big a thing for us to be able altogether to contain it within ourselves. It radiates towards the loved one, finds there a surface which arrests it, forcing it to return to its starting-point, and it is this repercussion of our own feeling which we call the other's feelings and which charms us more then than on its outward journey because we do not recognise it as having originated in ourselves.

Our shadows, now parallel, now close together and joined, traced an exquisite pattern at our feet.

Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.

To a great extent, suffering is a sort of need felt by the organism to make itself familiar with a new state, which makes it uneasy, to adapt its sensibility to that state.

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.

Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world, our own, we see it multiplied and as many original artists as there are, so many worlds are at our disposal.

I had come in time to learn that it was a mistake to smile a friendly smile when somebody made a fool of me.