Why were we put here, so inclined to love, when end of our story = death? That harsh. That cruel. Do not like.
When from a long distant past nothing subsists after the things are broken and scattered, the smell and taste of things remain.
Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.
A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness.
Instead of seeking new landscapes, develop new eyes.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.
The person who is ignorant enough to believe that his nourishment depends on meat is in a horrible dilemma.
You've had a whole lot of experience, but everything is also radically new at each moment, and you have to bring a kind of childlike second-level innocence to bear upon all situations, if you are going to be of use and you are going to really learn from the situation or the people.
New York waiters, probably the surliest in the Western world. . . are better images of their city than that journalistic favorite the taxi driver.
The intelligent investor is a realist who sells to optimists and buys from pessimists.