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But what does it matter what reality is outside myself, so long as it has helped me to live, to feel that I am, and what I am?

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As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.
The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond, & which life reveals is the most living proof of our immortality.
Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.
He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.
I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.
Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.
The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.