Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of Him.

I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.

Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.

A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart.

A man only has the right to look down at another when he helps him to lift himself up.

There's no greater misfortune than dying alone.