One is always at home in one's past.
A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle.
Mnemosyne, one must admit, has shown herself to be a very careless girl.
I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
Words without experience are meaningless.