Spring sprang suddenly onto the land.

From the time we began to build houses and cities, since we invented the wheel, we have not advanced one step toward happiness. We have always been in halves. As long as we invent and progress in mechanical things and not in love, we shall not achieve happiness.

Boredom is the most horrible of wolves.

The Italians are said to be noisy and to gesticulate, but that is a libel dreamed up by the English.

I have always hated crowds. I like deserts, prisons, and monasteries. I have discovered, too, that there are fewer idiots at 3000 meters above sea level than down below.

Remember, all of man's happiness is in the little valleys. Tiny little ones. Small enough to call from one side to the other.

Spring sprang suddenly onto the land.