But when one believes in the reality of things, making them visible by artificial means is not quite the same as feeling that they are close at hand.

Physical love, so unjustly decried, forces everyone to manifest even the smallest bits of kindness he possesses, of selflessness,that they shine in the eyes of all who surround him.

Do you suppose that it is within your power to insult me? You evidently are not aware to whom you are speaking? Do you imagine that the envenomed spittle of five hundred little gentlemen of your type, heaped one upon another, would succeed in slobbering so much as the tips of my august toes?

The facts of life do not penetrate to the sphere in which our beliefs are cherished; they did not engender those beliefs, and they are powerless to destroy them.

What a profound significance small things assume when the woman we love conceals them from us.

An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates.

The only true voyage of discovery, . . . would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes.