He who tells the truth says almost nothing.

All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.

Certainties are arrived at only on foot.

My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.

I know what I have given you, I do not know what you have received.

I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.

That in man which cannot be domesticated is not his evil but his goodness.