They slept profoundly, desperately, greedily, as though for the last time, as though they had been condemned to stay awake forever and had to drink in all the sleep in the world during these last hours.

That life is difficult, I have often bitterly realized.

So you can't dance? Not at all? Not even one step? How can you say that you've taken any trouble to live when you won't even dance?

But it's a poor fellow who can't take his pleasure without asking other people's permission.

The true profession of a man is to find his way to himself.

What he had not learned, however, was this: to find contentment in himself and his own life

All life was a breath exhaled by God. All dying was a breath inhaled by God.