Discovery consists not in seeking new lands, but in seeing with new eyes.
Life is strewn with these miracles for which people who love can always hope.
Often the sun would disappear behind a cloud, which impinged on its roundness, but whose edge the sun gilded in return.
A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness.
For even if we have the sensation of being always surrounded by our own soul, it is not as though by a motionless prison: rather, we are in some sense borne along with it in a perpetual leap to go beyond it.
She tried to make her eyes seem tender; she did not know why, for no reason, for pleasure, the pleasure of charity, of a little vanity, and also gratuity, the pleasure of carving your name into a tree trunk for a passerby whom you will never see, the pleasure of throwing a bottle into the ocean.
Novels contained something inexpressibly delicious.
Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
For the fact is that there is no humiliation so great that one should not accept it with unconcern, knowing that at the end of a few years our misdeeds will be no more than an invisible dust buried beneath the smiling and blooming peace of nature.