I felt as though I was partly unlearning what i had never learned and yet knew so well: I mean, how to live.
If we understood the enigmas of life there would be no need for art.
For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.
The harshest winter finds an invincible summer in us.
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.
Some cry: 'Love me!!' Others: 'Don't love me!!' But a certain genus, the worst and most unhappy, cries: 'Don't love me and be faithful to me!!'