Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry.

The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.

I do not believe there is a method better than Montessori for making children sensitive to the beauties of the world and awakening their curiosity regarding the secrets of life.

Become a better person and be sure to know who you are, before meeting someone new and hoping that person knows who you are

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

...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.

And nevertheless, when they watched him leave the house, this man they themselves had urged to conquer the world, then they were the ones left with the terror that he would never return. That was their life. Love, if it existed, was something separate: another life.