Work on good prose has three steps: a musical stage when it is composed, an architectonic one when it is built, and a textile one when it is woven.
The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.
The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble.
He who observes etiquette but objects to lying is like someone who dresses fashionably but wears no vest.
To be happy is to be able to become aware of oneself without fright.
It is precisely the purpose of the public opinion generated by the press to make the public incapable of judging, to insinuate into it the attitude of someone irresponsible, uninformed.
Counsel woven into the fabric of real life is wisdom.
All disgust is originally disgust at touching.
The art of storytelling is reaching its end because the epic side of truth, wisdom, is dying out.
Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away.
Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre. It is the medium of past experience, as the ground is the medium in which dead cities lie interred.
The idea that happiness could have a share in beauty would be too much of a good thing.
Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.
The camera introduces us to unconscious optics as does psychoanalysis to unconscious impulses.
All human knowledge takes the form of interpretation.
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