Publishers are all cohorts of the devil; there must be a special hell for them somewhere.

After fifteen minutes nobody looks at a rainbow.

One would give generous alms if one had the eyes to see the beauty of a cupped receiving hand.

Only the soul that loves is happy

If you are to accomplish all that one demands of you, you must overestimate your own worth.

The way you see people is the way you treat them, and the way you treat them is what they become.

Fortunately, we can take in only so much misfortune; what exceeds that limit either destroys us or leaves us indifferent.