One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one's trouble does not make it any better.

There is an art in taking the whiplash of suffering full in the face, an art you must learn. Let each single attack exhaust itself; pain always makes single attacks, so that its bite may be more intense, more concentrated. And you, while its fangs are implanted and injecting their venom at one spot, do not forget to offer it another place where it can bite you, and so relieve the pain of the first.

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

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. You are light and morning.

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends

There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.