But sometimes the future is latent in us without our knowing it, and our supposedly lying words foreshadow an imminent reality.

Friendship is in the end no more than: " . . . a lie which seeks to make us believe that we are not irremediably alone."

...that melancholy which we feel when we cease to obey orders which, from one day to another, keep the future hidden, and realise that we have at last begun to live in real earnest, as a grown-up person, the life, the only life that any of us has at his disposal.

Death is in truth an illness from which we recover

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.

It has been said that beauty is a promise of happiness. Conversely, the possibility of pleasure can be a beginning of beauty.

Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we posess them.