One recognizes one's course by discovering the paths that stray from it.

Old married people look so much alike that they have the same number of hairs in their ears.

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

Yes, and when the love of life disappears, no meaning can console us.

Once in the midst of a seemingly endless winter, I discovered within myself an invincible spring.

I hadn't understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' still had any meaning for me.