Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.
I have always felt I lived on the high seas, threatened, at the heart of a royal happiness.
He knew now that it was his own will to happiness which must make the next move. But if he was to do so, he realized that he must come to terms with time, that to have time was at once the most magnificent and the most dangerous of experiments. Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre.
Have pity, Lord, on those who love and are separated.
The best revenge you can have on intellectuals is to be madly happy.
Where there is no hope, it is incumbent on us to invent it.