I was too young to know how to love her.

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset.

Nothing comes of severity if there be no leanings towards a change of heart. And if there be natural leanings towards a change of heart, what need for severity?

A man has many parts, he is virtually everything, and you are free to select in him that part which pleases you.

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

I wonder," he said, "whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again.