Yes, everything is simple. It's people who complicate things.

If those whom we begin to love could know us as we were before meeting them they could perceive what they have made of us.

I want to know if I can live with what I know, and only than.

I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.

There is the good and the bad, the great and the low, the just and the unjust. I swear to you that all that will never change.

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

I realized people would soon forget me once I was dead. I couldn't even say that this was hard to stomach; really, there's no idea to which one doesn't get acclimatized in time.