The friend within the man is that part of him which belongs to you and opens to you a door which never, perhaps, is opened to another. Such a friend is true, and all he says is true; and he loves you even if he hates you in other mansions of his heart.

You're not a man, you're a mushroom!

The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them in particular caused by what we compare it to: something worse and we feel grateful for what we have; something better and we feel somehow let down.

Where I live, everything is very small.

One cannot build life from refrigerators, politics, credit statements and crossword puzzles. That is impossible. Nor can one exist for any length of time without poetry, without color, without love.

No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.

Every person that comes into our life comes for a reason; some come to learn and others come to teach.