Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

When we read, we are not looking for new ideas, but to see our own thoughts given the seal of confirmation on the printed page. The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our own—the place where we live—and the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves

There is mercy for everyone, except those who are bored with life.

Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.

We never remember days, only moments.

We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.