When one loves$$$ it has nothing to do with sex.

All passions make us commit faults$$$ but love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.

When we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves$$$ it is useless to seek it elsewhere.

We rarely think people have good sense unless they agree with us.

Looking out over the courtyard at the dirty walls$$$ he realized he had no idea whether it was hysteria or love.

There's always fear of the unknown where there's mystery

Order cannot possibly be brought about through conformity to a pattern$$$ under any circumstances.

What man sees depends both upon what he looks at and also upon what his previous visual-conception experience has taught him to see.

We can reproach ourselves for some action$$$ for a remark$$$ but not for a feeling$$$ quite simply because we have no control at all over it.

If you can talk brilliantly about a problem$$$ it can create the consoling illusion that it has been mastered.