there was not a tree on the place, only the horrible prickly pear bushes thrusting out their distorted arms as if exulting in their own nakedness.

Death is the opening-and the closing-of a Door.

we are all given the ingredients of happiness, but the mixing is left to ourselves.

Quite a small spoke is enough to stop a wheel - even a mighty big wheel - if it's going too fast.

I love humility in a woman. It's so rare. With man, of course, it is practically extinct.

That's the worst of doctors. They are so keen about the body, but they don't study the soul at all.

There is no such thing as time for those who are happy. For the others - there is nothing else.