It is always thus, impelled by a state of mind which is destined not to last, we make our irrevocable decisions

After a certain age, the more one becomes oneself, the more obvious one's family traits become.

...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.

A cathedral, a wave of a storm, a dancer's leap, never turn out to be as high as we had hoped.

Through art alone are we able to emerge from ourselves, to know what another person sees of a universe which is not the same as our own and of which, without art, the landscapes would remain as unknown to us as those that may exist on the moon.

Words do not change their meanings so drastically in the course of centuries as, in our minds, names do in the course of a year or two.

We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.