To be happy you must have taken the measure of your powers, tasted the fruits of your passion, and learned your place in the world.
A simple life is its own reward.
The living have never shown me how to live.
Memory... is an internal rumor.
Animals are born and bred in litters. Solitude grows blessed and peaceful only in old age.
Nothing can be meaner than the anxiety to live on, to live on anyhow and in any shape.