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

Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.

When I am not too sad to listen, music is my consolation.

The bonds that unite us to another human being are sanctified when he or she adopts the same point of view as ourselves in judging one of our imperfections.

We live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom: our body.

An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates.

In love, happiness is an abnormal state.

Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world, our own, we see it multiplied and as many original artists as there are, so many worlds are at our disposal.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.

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

Death is in truth an illness from which we recover

As long as men are free to ask what they must, free to say what they think, free to think what they will, freedom can never be lost and science can never regress.

For each illness that doctors cure with medicine, they provoke ten in healthy people by inoculating them with the virus that is a thousand times more powerful than any microbe: the idea that one is ill.

Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.

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

We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.

Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.