A man's age represents a fine cargo of experiences and memories.

Only the children know what they are looking for. They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry.

Even our misfortunes are a part of our belongings.

To live is to be slowly born.

Nothing can match the treasure of common memories.

The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate.

Commonly, people believe that defeat is characterized by a general bustle and a feverish rush. Bustle and rush are the signs of victory, not of defeat. Victory is a thing of action. It is a house in the act of being built. Every participant in victory sweats and puffs, carrying the stones for the building of the house. But defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom. And above all of futility.