When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.
Always tell what you feel. Do what you think.
The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.
The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.
Necessity has the face of a dog.
One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.