“One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.”

A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.

The English have only three sauces – a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.

You’ve never lived until you’ve almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.

It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.

Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.

Love always has its price, come whence it may.

I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.

In the East men know panic, but they do not know what fright is.

The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.

To avoid each other, their eyes had developed an amazing mobility with all the cunning of enemies fearful of meeting each other head on.

Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to qualify it.

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.

Life balance is a myth. It’s an illusion and the very pursuit of it is driving us crazy. For me it’s about proportion – it’s really a work hard/play hard equation.

You don’t have to bathe every day to look clean. It’s just an illusion.

But he could not renounce his infinite capacity for illusion at the very moment he needed it most… he saw fireflies where there were none.

Juggling is an illusion. In reality, the balls are being independently caught and thrown in rapid succession. It is actually task switching.

It is respectable to have no illusions, and safe, and profitable and dull.

Arriving someplace more desirable at some future time is an illusion. This is it.

Peace requires us to surrender our illusions of control.

How strange when an illusion dies. It’s as though you’ve lost a child.