The loss of a sense adds as much beauty to the world as its acquisition.

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

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

How can we have the courage to wish to live, how can we make a movement to preserve ourselves from death, in a world where love is provoked by a lie and consists solely in the need of having our sufferings appeased by whatever being has made us suffer?

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

No man is a complete mystery except to himself.

Lies are essential to humanity. They are perhaps as important as the pursuit of pleasure and moreover are dictated by that pursuit.