I know nothing more mocking than a devil that despairs.

One does not get to know that one exists until one rediscovers oneself in others.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

We don't get to know anything but what we love.

To know where a thing is we must have found it.

One never goes further than when they do not know where they are going.