Pity Is An Agreeable Sentiment, Uplifting Like

The Happiness Of People Who Are In Love And Who Are Loved Shows In Their Faces. They Have An Expression That's At Once Very Far Away And Very Much Part Of The Present.

What You Call Types Of Mind Are Only Mental Ages.

If You Don't Have Imagination You're Lost. But It's A Virtue That's Becoming Increasingly Rare, Especially In Its Higher Form: Spontaneity. Mad, Happy Spontaneity.

Passion Is The Salt Of Life, And That At The Times When We Are Under Its Spell This Salt Is Indispensable To Us, Even If We Have Got Along Very Well Without It Before.

After Proust, There Are Certain Things That Simply Cannot Be Done Again. He Marks Off For You The Boundaries Of Your Talent.