If God could tell the story of the Universe, the Universe would become fictitious.
Those who search for truth are too conscious of the maze to be hard on others...
There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it.
We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
Love felt and returned, love which our bodies exact and our hearts have transfigured, love which is the most real thing that we shall ever meet, reappeared now as the world's enemy, and she must stifle it.
Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown