It is seldom indeed that one parts on good terms, because if one were on good terms, one would not part
The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity
A powerful idea communicates some of its power to the man who contradicts it
Everything great that we know has come from neuroticsasasas never will the world be aware of how much it owes to them, nor above all what they have suffered in order to bestow their gifts on it.
Often it is just lack of imagination that keeps a man from suffering very much.
The regularity of a habit is generally in proportion to its absurdity.
A cathedral, a wave of storm, a dancer's leap, never turn out to be as high as we had hoped.
A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.
There's nothing like desire to prevent the things one says from having any resemblance to the things in one's mind.
Impelled by a state of mind which is destined not to last, we make our irrevocable decisions
In his younger days a man dreams of possessing the heart of the woman whom he loves later, the feeling that he possesses the heart of a woman may be enough to make him fall in love with her.
As long as men are free to ask what they must, free to say what they think, free to think what they will, freedom can never be lost and science can never regress.
The only thing that does not change is that at any and every time it appears that there have been great changes
A work in which there are theories is like an object which still has the ticket that shows its price.
The stellar universe is not so difficult of comprehension as the real actions of other people.
Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them
The only paradise is paradise lost
Everything great that we know has come from neurotics. never will the world be aware of how much it owes to them, nor above all what they have suffered in order to bestow their gifts on it.
Everything great that we know has come from neuroticsa never will the world be aware of how much it owes to them, nor above all what they have suffered in order to bestow their gifts on it.
The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of habit made permanent. Nature, like the destruction of Pompeii, like the metamorphosis of a nymph into a tree, has arrested us in an accustomed movement.
Habit is a second nature which prevents us from knowing the first, of which it has neither the cruelties nor the enchantments
The moments of the past do not remain still they retain in our memory the motion which drew them towards the future, towards a future which has itself become the past, and draw us on in their train.
Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.
That translucent alabaster of our memories.
For each illness that doctors cure with medicine, they provoke ten in healthy people by inoculating them with the virus that is a thousand times more powerful than any microbe the idea that one is ill.