Our passions shape our books, repose writes them in the intervals.

It is desire that engenders belief and if we fail as a rule to take this into account, it is because most of the desires that create beliefs end only with our own life.

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.

Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.

People wish to learn to swim and at the same time to keep one foot on the ground.

The loss of a sense adds as much beauty to the world as its acquisition.

Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark room, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.