There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.
The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing – desire.
Where there is great love, there are always miracles.
Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.
It’s all very well to tell us to forgive our enemies; our enemies can never hurt us very much. But oh, what about forgiving our friends?
People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again – but it finds a tougher surface.
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own.
That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.
The old man smiled. ‘I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived.