There is a terrible loneliness in the spring.

It was a perfect spring afternoon, and the air was filled with vague, roving scents, as if the earth exhaled the sweetness of hidden flowers.

Women are one of the Almighty's enigmas to prove to men that He knows more than they do.

There wouldn't be half as much fun in the world if it weren't for children and men, and there ain't a mite of difference between them under the skins.

The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.

What fools people are when they think they can make two lives belong together by saying words over them.

No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book.