We scornfully decline, because of one whom we love and who will some day be of so little account, to see another who is of no account to-day, with whom we shall be in love to-morrow, with whom we might, perhaps, had we consented to see her now, have fallen in love a little earlier and who would thus have put a term to our present sufferings, bringing others, it is true, in their place.

Everybody calls "clear" those ideas which have the same degree of confusion as his own.

Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

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

These dreams reminded me that, since I wished some day to become a writer, it was high time to decide what sort of books I was going to write. But as soon as I asked myself the question, and tried to discover some subject to which I could impart a philosophical significance of infinite value, my mind would stop like a clock, my consciousness would be faced with a blank, I would feel either that I was wholly devoid of talent or perhaps that some malady of the brain was hindering its development.

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