It is always during a passing state of mind that we make lasting resolutions..

The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater convenience. They were only a thin slice….

Neurosis has an absolute genius for malingering. There is no illness which it cannot counterfeit perfectly. If it is capable of deceiving the doctor,….

Sometimes in this life, under the stress of an exceptional emotion, people do say what they think..

We may have revolved every possible idea in our minds, and yet the truth has never occurred to us, and it is from without, when we are least expectin….

Love...., ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come..

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

A cathedral, a wave of a storm, a dancer's leap, never turn out to be as high as we had hoped..

In the sort of screen dappled with different states of mind which my consciousness would simultaneously unfold while I read, and which ranged from th….

And so when studying faces, we do indeed measure them, but as painters, not as surveyors..

No exile at the South Pole or on the summit of Mont Blanc separates us more effectively from others than the practice of a hidden vice..

We were resigned to suffering, thinking that we loved outside ourselves, and we perceive that our love is a function of our sorrow, that our love per….

Dear Friend: I have nearly died three times since morning..

In a language known to us, we have substituted the opacity of the sounds with the transparence of the ideas. But a language we donot know is a closed….

I was not at all worried about finding my doctor boring; I expected from him, thanks to an art of which the laws escaped me, that he pronounce concer….

I should have been happy: I wasn’t..

We are at times too ready to believe that the present is the only possible state of things..

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occu….

Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we posess them..

In reality, every reader is, while reading, the reader of his own self..

Our desires cut across one another, and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that clamoured for it..