We are not certain, we are never certain.

For rich people, the sky is just an extra, a gift of nature. The poor, on the other hand, can see it as it is, a gift of infinite grace.

There is scarcely any passion without struggle.

The truth is that nothing is less sensational than pestilence, and by reason of their very duration great misfortunes are monotonous.

And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prison as to innocent untroubled sleep.

Don't believe your friends when they ask you to be honest with them. All they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves.

life is a story and god is author.life is absurd.I think so.