Sometimes in this life, under the stress of an exceptional emotion, people do say what they think.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

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

Desire makes everything blossom

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

Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.

Love is a reciprocal torture.

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

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

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

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

We love only what we do not wholly possess.

The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.

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

The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.

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.

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

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

Instead of seeking new landscapes, develop new eyes.