Completed, most lives were alike in stages of living-joys, celebrations, crises, illusions, losses, sorrows.

There are no wrong books. What's wrong is the fear of them.

Some men are by nature explorers; my nature is to stay under the same moon and stars, and if the weather is wet, under the same roof. It's a strange world, why make it stranger?

You see in others who you are.

Children were strangers you loved because you could love. If they gave back love when they were grown you were ahead of the game.

... 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.

Life is a tragedy full of joy.