All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.

Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labor, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion!

And when the war broke out, its real horrors, its real dangers, its menace of real death were a blessing compared with the inhuman reign of the lie, and they brought relief because they broke the spell of the dead letter.

But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are nowhere in the world?" = MEETING =

As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.

That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it.

She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.