A cathedral, a wave of a storm, a dancer's leap, never turn out to be as high as we had hoped

He who would leap high must take a long run.

Why leap ye, ye high hills?

People can have many different kinds of pleasure. The real one is that for which they will forsake the others.

People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.

The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.