Nobody teaches life anything.
A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame.
But he could not renounce his infinite capacity for illusion at the very moment he needed it most... he saw fireflies where there were none.
No, not rich. I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.
The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.
Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.