The meanest and most hateful thing about money is that it even gives one talent.

The man who is happy is fulfilling the purpose of existence

I wanted to fathom her secrets; I wanted her to come to me and say: "I love you," and if not that, if that was senseless insanity, then...well, what was there to care about? Did I know what I wanted? I was like one demented: all I wanted was to be near her, in the halo of her glory, in her radiance, always, for ever, all my life. I knew nothing more!

He seemed, indeed, to accept everything without the least condemnation though often grieving bitterly.

I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer.

Paradise is hidden in each one of use, it is concealed within me too, right now, and if I wish, it will come for me in reality, tomorrow even, and for the rest of my life.

Man, so long as he remains free, has no more constant and agonizing anxiety than find as quickly as possible someone to worship.