Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.

When you work to please others you can't succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself stand a chance of catching someone's interest.

Perhaps the immobility of the things that surround us is forced upon them by our conviction that they are themselves, and not anything else, and by the immobility of our conceptions of them.

The heart does not lie.

We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.

Masterpieces are no more than the shipwrecked flotsam of great minds.

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.