The thing I am most aware of is my limits. And this is natural; for I never, or almost never, occupy the middle of my cage; my whole being surges toward the bars.

Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.

Never have I been able to settle in life. Always seated askew, as if on the arm of a chair; ready to get up, to leave.

Nothing blocks happiness like happiness remembered.

What seems different in yourself; that's the rare thing you possess. The one thing that gives each of us his worth, and that's just what we try to suppress. And we claim to love life.

The miser puts his gold pieces into a coffer; but as soon as the coffer is closed, it is as if it were empty.

The greatest intelligence is precisely the one that suffers the most from its own limitations.