Now my belly is as noble as my heart.

Let the earth look at me, and bless me, for now I am fecund and sacred, like the palms and the furrows.

Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world.

Love that stammers, that stutters, is apt to be the love that loves best.

Many things can wait. Children cannot. Today their bones are being formed, their blood is being made, their senses are being developed. To them we cannot say "tomorrow." Their name is today.

Writing tends to cheer me; it always soothes my spirit and blesses me with the gift of an innocent, tender, childlike day. It is the sensation of having spent a few hours in my homeland, with my customs, free whims, my total freedom.

There is the joy of being healthy and fair, but there is overall the beauty, the immense joy of being useful.