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.

Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.

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.

Most people...are like a falling leaf that drifts and turns in the air, flutters, and falls to the ground. But a few others are like stars which travel one defined path: no wind reaches them, they have within themselves their guide and path.

Meaning and reality were not hidden somewhere behind things, they were in them, in all of them.

Beautiful was this world, looking at it thus, without searching, thus simply, thus childlike.

Love must neither beg nor demand. Love must be strong enough to find certainty within itself. It then cease to be moved and becomes the mover.