Habit! that skillful but slow arranger, which starts out by letting our spirit suffer for weeks in a temporary state, but that thespirit is after all happy to discover, for without habit and reduced to its own resources, the spirit would be unable to make any lodgings seem habitable.

The world was not created once and for all time for each of us individually. There are added to it in the course of our life things of which we have never had any suspicion.

The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.

How paradoxical it is to search reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory.

In a language known to us, we have substituted the opacity of the sounds with the transparence of the ideas. But a language we donot know is a closed place in which the one we love can deceive us, making us, locked outside and convulsed in our impotence, incapable of seeing or preventing anything.

The truth is that every morning war is declared afresh. And the men who wish to continue it are as guilty as the men who began it, more guilty perhaps, for the latter perhaps did not foresee all its horrors.

The stellar universe is not so difficult to understand as the real actions of other people, especially of the people with whom we are in love.