Nothing retains less of desire in art in science than this will to industry booty possession.
Of all those arts in which the wise excel Nature’s chief masterpiece is writing well.
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
All my life my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.
No one who has lived even for a fleeting moment for something other than life in its conventional sense and has experienced the exaltation that this feeling produces can then renounce his new freedom so easily.
I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams… Man… is above all the plaything of his memory.
Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death the real and the imagined past and future the communicable and the incommunicable high and low cease to be perceived as contradictions.
Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.