Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.

I hope death will be a great happiness, a happiness as great as that of love, fulfilled love

Until 1914 I loved to travel; I often went to Italy and once spent a few months in India. Since then I have almost entirely abandoned travelling, and I have not been outside of Switzerland for over ten years.

Love is like death. It is fulfillment and an evening after which nothing more may follow.

I want to learn from myself, want to be my student, want to get to know myself, the secret of Siddhartha.

A magic dwells in each beginning, protecting us, telling us how to live.

One day I would be a better hand at the game. One day I would learn how to laugh. Pablo was waiting for me, and Mozart too.