A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
After all manner of professors have done their best for us, the place we are to get knowledge is in books. The true university of these days is a collection of books.
At thirty a man should know himself like the palm of his hand, know the exact number of his defects and qualities. . . . And above all, accept these things.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
Don't believe your friends when they ask you to be honest with them. All they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves.
