One becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy.

I should have been happy: I wasn’t.

There is no idea that does not carry in itself a possible refutation, no word that does not imply its opposite.

We only really know what is new, what suddenly introduces to our sensibility a change of tone which strikes us, that for which habit has not yet substituted its pale fac-similes.

Le veritable voyage de decouverte ne consiste pas a chercher de nouveaux paysages, mais a avoir de nouveaux yeux. (The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.)

I drank a second mouthful in which I find nothing more than in the first, then a third which gives me rather less than the second. It is time to stop; the potion is losing its magic.

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.