She was lost in her longing to understand.

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

This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.

Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.

If you love something - let. If it is yours - it will come back. I love you not because of who you are, but for who I am when I'm with you.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

Life in the world... was nothing more than a system of atavistic contracts, banal ceremonies, preordained words, with which people entertained each other in society in order not to commit murder. The dominant sign in that paradise of provincial frivolity was fear of the unknown.