Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.

Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.

Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.

We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.

The true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.

If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less, but to dream more, to dream all the time.

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.

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

Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them, those we spent with a favorite book.

We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.

Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have of them.

Everything great in the world is done by neurotics; they alone founded our religions and created our masterpieces.

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

It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.

Now are the woods all black, But still the sky is blue.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

In his younger days a man dreams of possessing the heart of the woman whom he loves; later, the feeling that he possesses the heart of a woman may be enough to make him fall in love with her.

If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

...the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment..

I wished to see storms only on those coasts where they raged with most violence...

One cannot change, that is to say become a different person, while continuing to acquiesce to the feelings of the person one has ceased to be.

All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.

The only true paradise is paradise lost

The bonds that unite us to another human being are sanctified when he or she adopts the same point of view as ourselves in judging one of our imperfections.

Every reader finds himself. The writer's work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself.

The charms of a passing woman are usually in direct relation to the speed of her passing.

We are all of us obliged, if we are to make reality endurable, to nurse a few little follies in ourselves.

To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail... failure is his world and the shrink from it desertion

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.

Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.

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

...Hard people are weak people whom nobody wants, and the strong, caring little whether they are wanted or not, have alone that meekness which the common herd mistake for weakness.

Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.

For, just as in the beginning it is formed by desire, so afterwards love is kept in existence only by painful anxiety.

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

It is always thus, impelled by a state of mind which is destined not to last, we make our irrevocable decisions

Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.

Even from the simplest, the most realistic point of view, the countries which we long for occupy, at any given moment, a far larger place in our actual life than the country in which we happen to be.

Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.

She was "a woman of uncertain age.

She's got feet like boats, whiskers like an American, and her undies are filthy.

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

But,instead of what our imagination makes us suppose and which we worthless try to discover,life gives us something that we could hardly imagine.