One becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy.
Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and all resistance, to bury even one's head under the cover, giving one's self up to it completely, moaning like branches in the autumn wind. But there is still a better bed, full of divine odors. It is our sweet, our profound, our impenetrable friendship.
The only paradise is paradise lost.
Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world, our own, we see it multiplied and as many original artists as there are, so many worlds are at our disposal.
with one image he would make that beauty explode into me.
Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we posess them.
Through art alone are we able to emerge from ourselves, to know what another person sees of a universe which is not the same as our own and of which, without art, the landscapes would remain as unknown to us as those that may exist on the moon.
It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.
We are all of us obliged, if we are to make reality endurable, to nurse a few little follies in ourselves.
A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
A powerful idea communicates some of its strength to him who challenges it.
Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.
But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.
The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
Truth is a point of view about things.
Just as those who practice the same profession recognize each other instinctively, so do those who practice the same vice.
We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes. The situation that we hoped to change because it was intolerable becomes unimportant. We have not managed to surmount the obstacle, as we were absolutely determined to do, but life has taken us round it, led us past it, and then if we turn round to gaze at the remote past, we can barely catch sight of it, so imperceptible has it become.
When the mind has a tendency to dream, it is a mistake to keep dreams away from it, to ration its dreams. So long as you distract your mind from its dreams, it will not know them for what they are; you will always be being taken in by the appearance of things, because you will not have grasped their true nature. If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time. One must have a thorough understanding of one
There are optical illusions in time as well as space.
We live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom: our body.
In love, happiness is an abnormal state.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing a reality for something that does not exist.
When I am not too sad to listen, music is my consolation.
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