The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
Love is a reciprocal torture.
A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.