No se piensa en nada; las horas pasan. Uno se pasea inmovil por paises que cree ver, y su pensamiento, enlazandose a la ficcion, se recrea en los detalles o sigue el hilo de las aventuras. Se identifica con los personajes; parece que somos nosotros mismos los que participamos bajo sus pieles.
Pellerin used to read every available book on aesthetics, in the hope of discovering the true theory of Beauty, for he was convinced that once he had found it he would be able to paint masterpieces.
But that which fanaticism formerly promised to the elect, science now accomplishes for all men.
It was all her fortune. It seemed to her very fine thus to throw it away.
Love, she believed, must come suddenly, with great thunderclaps and bolts of lightening – a hurricane from heaven that drops down on your life, overturns it, tears away your will like a leaf, and carries your whole heart with it off into the abyss.
Human Language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when all the time we are longing to move the stars to pity.
Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.
I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.
The most glorious moments in your life are not the so-called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of future accomplishments.
One mustn’t ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.
I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.
Stupidity is something unshakable; nothing attacks it without breaking itself against it; it is of the nature of granite, hard and resistant.
The whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois.
One’s duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and to not accept the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes upon us.
It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return.
Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.
Whatever the thing you wish to say, there is but one word to express it, but one verb to give it movement, but one adjective to qualify it; you must seek until you find this noun, this verb, this adjective.
Read in order to live.
It’s a delicious thing to write. To be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating.
I spent the morning putting in a comma and the afternoon removing it.