Work is the only only only remedy for life: for happiness, for interest, for stability, for security. Hard, willed work. Oh work!

Knowing it can always get worse, I try to be grateful for whatever good I have.

There was a point that I stopped crying. It's not just because I didn't feel pain anymore, not because I didn't feel sorrow. It was just to keep going. I mean, it just was to survive, to live.

Yesterday from my office window I saw a crippled girl negotiating her way across the street, her shoulders squarely braced. At each jerky movement her hair flew back like an annunciatory angel, and I saw she was the only dancer on the street.

It's because I'm only interested in the big things that I'm not interested in politics.

You have to be slightly blind to believe in any cause.

Go to the ant, thou sluggard, learn to live, and by her busy ways, reform thy own.