“We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.”

The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.

I love the night passionately. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness.

Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.

The bed comprehends our whole life, for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

It is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both.

Great minds that are healthy are never considered geniuses, while this sublime qualification is lavished on brains that are often inferior but are slightly touched by madness.

Travel, like dreams, is a door that opens from the real world into a world that is yet to be discovered.

Champagne- the wine of kings, the king of wines.

Solitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms

There is only one good thing in life, and that is love.

Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that has disappeared: love and admiration for the Beautiful.

The only certainty is death.

There is only one good thing in life, and that is love. And how you misunderstand it! how you spoil it! You treat it as something solemn like a sacrament, or something to be bought, like a dress.

I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.

The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.

An echo is a good way to describe the photogram, which is a visual echo of the real object

The body is to be compared, not to a physical object, but rather to a work of art.

The number and richness of man’s signifiers always surpasses the set of defined objects that could be termed signifieds. The symbolic function must always precede its object and does not encounter reality except when it precedes it into the imaginary.

We must therefore rediscover, after the natural world, the social world, not as an object or sum of objects, but as a permanent field or dimension of existence.

There has to be irony, both in design and in the objects. I see around me a professional disease of taking everything too seriously. One of my secrets is to joke all the time

All the vital mechanisms, varied as they are, have only one object, that of preserving constant the conditions of life in the internal environment.

Our body is not in space like things; it inhabits or haunts space. It applies itself to space like a hand to an instrument. And when we wish to move about, we do not move the body as we move an object.

The perennial architectural debate has always been, and will continue to be, about art versus use, visions versus pragmatism, aesthetics versus social responsibility.