Let us be grateful to 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.
A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
We are healed from suffering only by experiencing it to the full.
Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.
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 reciprocal torture.
The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.
People wish to learn to swim and at the same time to keep one foot on the ground.
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.
Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.
Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.
It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.
We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.
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.