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

Some people have an unconquerable love of riddles. They may have the chance of listening to plain sense, or to such wisdom that explains life; but no, they must go and work their brains over a riddle, just because they do not understand what it means.

It is difficult to restrain admirers of Shakespeare once they have begun to speak of him.

I have read true piety defined as: loving one’s destiny unconditionally – and there is something in it. That is to say: I think that in a way this sort of “religiousness” is the condition for real happiness.

One does not travel by plane. One is merely sent, like a parcel.

We must leave our mark on life while we have it in our power.

I had seen a herd of Elephant travelling through dense native forest ... pacing along as if they had an appointment at the end of the world.