All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

• Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.
• Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.
• I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams... Man... is above all the plaything of his memory.
• No one who has lived even for a fleeting moment for something other than life in its conventional sense and has experienced the exaltation that this feeling produces can then renounce his new freedom so easily.
• Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.
• Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.
• All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
• All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
• Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
• Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.