Nothing can match the treasure of common memories, of trials endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of the oak.

Of what worth are convictions that bring not suffering?

The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.

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

Defeat may prove to have been the only path to resurrection, despite its ugliness.

It is as a soldier that you make love and as a lover that you make war.

Good taste" is a virtue of the keepers of museums. If you scorn bad taste, you will have neither painting nor dancing, neither palaces nor gardens.