Life ought to be lived on a basis of silence, where truth blossoms.

until it had been clearly explained that men were always and always partly wrong in all their ideas, life would be full of poison and secret bitterness. Men fight about their philosophies and religions, there is no certainty in them; but their contempt for women is flawless and unanimous.

Life is creation - self and circumstances, the raw material.

The difference between you and me is that you think to live and I live to think.

In the midst of the happiness they brought there was always a lurking shadow. The shadow of incompatibility; of the impossibility of being at once bound and free. The garden breeds a longing for the wild; the wild a homesickness for the garden.

Life ought to be lived on a basis of silence, where truth blossoms.

If there was a trick, there must be a trickster.