Life is a tragedy full of joy.

You write by sitting down and writing. There's no particular time or place—you suit yourself, your nature. How one works, assuming he's disciplined, doesn't matter.

The wild begins where you least expect it, one step off your normal course

I sometimes confuse myself with the little I know.

There comes a time in a man's life when to get where he has to go - if there are no doors or windows he walks through a wall.

... it's possible to let love fly by like a cloud in a windy sky if one is too timid, or perhaps unable to believe he is entitled to good fortune.

The purpose of freedom is to create it for others.