What's terrible is that there's nothing terrible, that the very essence of life is petty, uninteresting, and degradingly trite.

Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.

Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.

Nature creates while destroying, and doesn't care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn't extinguished, as long as death doesn't lose its rights.

I was afraid of looking into my heart...afraid of thinking seriously about anything...I did not want to know whether I was loved, and I did not want to admit to myself that I was not loved.

I was as happy as a fish in water, and I could have stayed in that room for ever, have never left that place.

Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man's the workman in it.