Every life is punctuated by deaths and departures, and each one causes great suffering that it is better to endure rather than forgo the pleasure of having known the person who has passed away. Somehow our world rebuilds itself after every death, and in any case we know that none of us will last forever. So you might say that life and death lead us by the hand, firmly but tenderly.

Every hour has its immediate duty, its special injunction which dominates all others.

A being afire with life cannot foresee death; in fact, by each of his deeds he denies that death exists.

In the evenings the art of building gave way to that of music, which is architecture, too, though invisible.

I believe that friendship, like love, of which it is a particular kind, requires nearly as much art as a successful choreography.

It is not difficult to nourish admirable thoughts when the stars are present.

This morning it occurred to me for the first time that my body, my faithful companion and friend, truer and better known to me than my own soul, may be after all only a sly beast who will end by devouring his master.