Any new possibility that existence acquires, even the least likely, transforms everything about existence.

Mysticism and exaggeration go together. A mystic must not fear ridicule if he is to push all the way to the limits of humility or the limits of delight.

When she is older she will see in these resemblances a regrettable uniformity among individuals (they all stop at the same spots to kiss, have the same tastes in clothing, flatter a woman with the same metaphor) and a tedious monotony among events (they are all just an endless repetition of the same one); but in her adolescence she welcomes these coincidences as miraculous and she is avid to decipher their meanings.

No act is of itself either good or bad. Only its place in the order of things makes it good or bad.

The love between dog and man is idyllic, dogs were never expelled from paradise.

In eroticism as dance: one of the partners is always charged with leading the other.

Now time has a very different look; it is no longer the conquering present capturing the future; it is the present conquered and captured and carried off by the past.