Wisdom is not communicable. The wisdom which a wise man tries to communicate always sounds foolish.

There is no reality except the one contained within us.

At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, all the secrets that slept deep within me came awake, everything was transformed and enchanted, and everything made sense.

Happiness is a how; not a what. A talent, not an object.

You wouldn't consider all the bipeds you pass on the street human beings simply because they walk upright and carry their young in their bellies nine months! It is obvious how many of them are fish or sheep, worms or angels, how many are ants, how many are bees!

In any case, the most lively young people become the best old people, not those who pretend to be as wise as grandfathers while they are still at school.

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.