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.)

It has been said that beauty is a promise of happiness. Conversely, the possibility of pleasure can be a beginning of beauty.

We feel in one world, we think and name in another. Between the two we can set up a system of references, but we cannot fill in the gap.

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.

It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.

If only for the sake of elegance, I try to remain morally pure.

That translucent alabaster of our memories.