“Tranquillity is contagious, peace is contagious. One only thinks of the contagiousness of illness, but there is the contagion of serenity and joy.”

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

Passion gives me moments of wholeness.

The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream.

We have been poisoned by fairy tales.

Do not seek the because – in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.

Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.

It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.

I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.

The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.

You don’t find love, it finds you. It’s got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what’s written in the stars.

Congenial labor is the secret of happiness.

I have known some quite good people who were unhappy, but never an interested person who was unhappy.

I’ve always been pleased with the investments I’ve made with my friend Albert Frere and I regret not having followed him more, because I would have been a lot richer.

The happier and more stress-free you are, the more people will want to be around you and the more your friends will respect you.

You are the one that possesses the keys to your being. You carry the passport to your own happiness.

Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.

Nor bring, to see me cease to live, Some doctor full of phrase and fame, To shake his sapient head, and give The ill he cannot cure a name.

What and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do?