But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

On my way out I was even going to shake his hand, but I remembered just in time that I'd killed a man.

In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

There are more things to admire in men than to despise.

That is love, to give away everything, to sacrifice everything, without the slightest desire to get anything in return.3

When I see a new face, something sets off an alarm bell inside me. 'slow down! Danger!' Even when the attraction is strongest, I am on my guard.

I grew up with the sea, and poverty for me was sumptuous; then I lost the sea and found all luxuries gray and poverty unbearable.