The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.

What artists call posterity is the posterity of the work of art.

Our desires cut across one another, and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that clamoured for it.

We can only be faithful to what we remember, and we remember only what we have known.

There is no doubt that a person's charms are less frequently a cause of love than a remark such as: 'No, this evening I shan't be free'.

Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.

The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater convenience. They were only a thin slice among contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a certain moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fleeting, alas, as the years.