We never remember days, only moments.

Love is the cheapest of religions.

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

There comes a day when, for someone who has persecuted us, we feel only indifference, a weariness at his stupidity. Then we forgive him.

One must look for one thing only, to find many.

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 can all do good deeds, but very few of us can think good thoughts.