I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of touch. The soul is so impalpable, so often usele….

Unable to do away with love, the Church found a way to decontaminate it by creating marriage..

The insatiable thirst for everything that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality..

The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in, but also to its essential quality ….

Photographers, you will never become artists. All you are is mere copiers..

There exist certain individuals who are, by nature, given purely to contemplation and are utterly unsuited to action, and who, nevertheless, under a ….

It's the devil who pulls the strings that make us dance.

He possessed the logic of all good intentions and a knowledge of all the tricks of his trade, and yet he never succeeded at anything, because he beli….

No task is a long one but the task on which one dare not start. It becomes a nightmare..

However incoherent a human existence may be, human unity is not bothered by it..

Even when she walks one would believe that she dances..

There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start..

I am the wound and the knife! I am the slap and the cheek! I am the limbs and the rack, And the victim and the executioner! I am the vampire of my ow….

There is no sweeter pleasure than to surprise a man by giving him more than he hopes for..

One can only forget about time by making use of it..

Nothing can be done except little by little..

We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare….

It is at once by way of poetry and through poetry, as with music, that the soul glimpses splendors from beyond the tomb; and when an exquisite poem b….

Through the Unknown, we'll find the New.

I watch the springs, the summers, the autumns; And when comes the winter snow monotonous, I shut all the doors and shutters To build in the night my ….

The immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants..