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

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

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

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

The heart does not lie.

Love is a reciprocal torture.

Lies are essential to humanity.

Desire makes everything blossom

To the pure all things are pure!

She was "a woman of uncertain age.

I should have been happy: I wasn’t.

The only paradise is paradise lost.

We become moral when we are unhappy.

Truth is a point of view about things.

In love, happiness is an abnormal state.

That translucent alabaster of our memories.

We love only what we do not wholly possess.

The most powerful soporific is sleep itself.

One becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy.

What barrier is so insurmountable as silence?

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates.

Human altruism which is not egoism, is sterile.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.

No man is a complete mystery except to himself.

Under each station of the real, another glimmers.

Death is in truth an illness from which we recover

Photography is the product of complete alienation.

The only possible paradises are those we have lost

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

Instead of seeking new landscapes, develop new eyes.

The most familiar precepts are not always the truest.

There are optical illusions in time as well as space.

A language which we do not know is a fortress sealed.

Things don't change, but by and by our wishes change.

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

The true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.

Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.

The past not merely is not fugitive, it remains present.

with one image he would make that beauty explode into me.

When I am not too sad to listen, music is my consolation.

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

Everything that seems imperishable tends to extinguishment.

Error, by force of contrast, enhances the triumph of Truth.

We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.

We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond.

I have a horror of sunsets; they're so romantic, so operatic.

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

The duty and the task of a writer are those of an interpreter.

If only for the sake of elegance, I try to remain morally pure.

Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.

What artists call posterity is the posterity of the work of art.

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