Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now?
All autobiography is self-indulgent.
When she smiled it was as though she embraced the world.
I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone.
So you see, when war comes to oneโs village, oneโs doorstep, it isnโt tragic and impersonal any longer. It is just an excuse to vomit private hatred. That is why I am not a great patriot.
Happiness happens when you fit with your life, when you fit so harmoniously that whatsoever you are doing is your joy. Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.