The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.

A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?

I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.

I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.

Tempered, gradual animation, the methodical restrain of sensations and energies, the equilibrium of sickness and health in each creature--this is nature's essence, its immutable law, this is what it's based on and what it adheres to.

Every man's happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.

Life deceives everyone except the individual who doesn't contemplate it, the individual who demands nothing from it, the individual who serenely accepts its few gifts and serenely makes the most of them.