He who must travel happily must travel light.

Sometimes we behave as though there was something more important than life. But what?

Truth is not that which is demonstrable but that which is ineluctable.

Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.

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.

Are wars... anything but the means whereby a nation's problems are set, where creation is stimulated - there you have adventure. But there is no adventure in heads-or-tails, in betting that the toss will come out of life or death. War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.