The heart does not lie.
We love only what we do not wholly possess.
Only by art can we get outside ourselves, instead of seeing only one world, our own, we see it under multiple forms.
Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
You can't learn the truth about a man's intentions by asking him.
We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond.
But sometimes illumination comes to our rescue at the very moment when all seems lost; we have knocked at every door and they open on nothing until, at last, we stumble unconsciously against the only one through which we can enter the kingdom we have sought in vain a hundred years - and it opens.
Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.
The time at our disposal each day is elastic; the passions we feel dilate it, those that inspire us shrink it, and habit fills it.
Our intellect is not the most subtle, the most powerful, the most appropriate, instrument for revealing the truth. It is life that, little by little, example by example, permits us to see that what is most important to our heart, or to our mind, is learned not by reasoning but through other agencies. Then it is that the intellect, observing their superiority, abdicates its control to them upon reasoned grounds and agrees to become their collaborator and lackey.
All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.
An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates.
It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.
We are at times too ready to believe that the present is the only possible state of things.
When from a long distant past nothing subsists after the things are broken and scattered, the smell and taste of things remain.
People wish to learn to swim and at the same time to keep one foot on the ground.
A picture's beauty does not depend on the things portrayed in it.
For each illness that doctors cure with medicine, they provoke ten in healthy people by inoculating them with the virus that is a thousand times more powerful than any microbe: the idea that one is ill.
There is no more ridiculous custom than the one that makes you express sympathy once and for all on a given day to a person whose sorrow will endure as long as his life. Such grief, felt in such a way is always present, it is never too late to talk about it, never repetitious to mention it again.
In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
What barrier is so insurmountable as silence?
We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.
The only true voyage, the only bath in the Fountain of Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to see the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to see the hundred universes that each of them sees, that each of them is; and this we do [with great artists]; with artists like these we do really fly from star to star.
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