Beautiful books are always written in a sort of foreign language.

What we have not had to decipher, to elucidate by our own efforts, what was clear before we looked at it, is not ours. From ourselves comes only that which we drag forth from the obscurity which lies within us, that which to others is unknown.

In his younger days a man dreams of possessing the heart of the woman whom he loves; later, the feeling that he possesses the heart of a woman may be enough to make him fall in love with her.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

It is a mistake to speak of a bad choice in love, since, as soon as a choice exists, it can only be bad.

A picture's beauty does not depend on the things portrayed in it.

We exist only by virtue of what we possess, we possess only what is really present to us, and many of our memories, our moods, our ideas sail away on a voyage of their own until they are lost to sight! Then we can no longer take them into account in the total which is our personality. But they know of secret paths by which to return to us.