He owned a whole world full of memories, of lovely moments relived and happy recollections. I'm not saying he was happy or that he didn't suffer. He suffered very much, but he did not despair; he still drew nourishment from what he had been given. But the sadness never left him. Happiness needs more than memories of the past to feed on; it also needs dreams of the future.

Many things I might not write today because I no longer believe them, but I wouldn't change them, since I believed them at the time.

...it is a very risky thing for anyone to go about proclaiming the truth simply because he finds himself in possession of concrete documentary proofs or on the evidence of his own eyes, which is always overestimated.

Love--the most wonderful and most terrible thing in the world.

Night was running ahead of itself.

That's the very reason why love is eternal, because it is forever renewed. Passions die, love remains.

The world is like that -- incomprehensible and full of surprises .