We waste time decorating our lives with human vegetation which is robust but parasitic.
How difficult it is to know the truth in this world.
In Venice the simplest social coming and going assumes at the same time the form and the charm of a visit to a museum and a trip to the sea.
Old age makes us incapable of doing but not, at first, of desiring.
Monsieur de Norpois, in whom age had extinguished or deranged his most outstanding qualities.
The mind has a capacity for renewal or rather an incapacity for conservation.
A large part of what we believe to be true (and this applies even to our final conclusions) with an obstinacy equalled only by our good faith, springs from an original mistake in our premises.
he creation of time did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.