There are times of great beauty on a coffee farm. When the plantation flowered in the beginning of the rains, it was a radiant sight, like a cloud of chalk, in the mist of the drizzling rain.

Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me a chance to do my best.

It is not a bad thing in a tale that you understand only half of it.

The lime trees were in bloom. But in the early morning only a faint fragrance drifted through the garden, an airy message, an aromatic echo of the dreams during the short summer night.

You know you are truly alive when you’re living among lions.

A visitor is a friend, he brings news, good or bad, which is bread to the hungry minds in lonely places. A real friend who comes to the house is a heavenly messenger, who brings the panis angelorum.

Of all the idiots I have met in my life, and the Lord knows they have not been few or little, I think that I have been the biggest.