I enjoyed my own nature to the fullest, and we all know there lies happiness, although, to soothe one another mutually, we occasionally pretend to condemn such joys as selfishness.

Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.

Poverty, first of all was never a misfortune for me; it was radiant with sunlight.. I owe it to my family, first of all, who lacked everything and who envied practically nothing.

There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it.

... I suppose that it is not so easy to go home and it takes a bit of time to make a son out of a stranger.

Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.

Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject.