Write a little every day, without hope, without despair.

The Cicada sing an endless song in the long grass, smells run along the earth and falling stars run over the sky, like tears over a cheek. You are the privileged person to whom everything is taken. The Kings of Tarshish shall bring gifts.

I will not let thee go, except thou bless me.

In those days I had various strong inclinations, for wine, gambling and cockfighting, and the society of gypsies, together with a passion for theological discussion which I had inherited from my father himself-all of which my father thought I had better rid myself of before I married.

There is a particular hapiness in giving a man whom you like very much, good food that you have cooked yourself.

To set sail somewhere is more important than life itself.

I have before seen other countries, in the same manner, give themselves to you when you are about to leave them.