Our experience is composed rather of illusions lost than of wisdom acquired.

Our experience is composed rathery of illusions that of wisdom acquired.

What is experience? A poor little hut constructed from the ruins of the palace of gold and marble called our illusions

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.

When I have lost all my illusions I search for them

Stupid is as stupid does.