Every life is, more or less, a ruin among whose debris we have to discover what the person ought to have been.
In order to master the unruly torrent of life the learned man meditates, the poet quivers, and the political hero erects the fortress of his will.
Love is exclusivity, selection.
Living is a constant process of deciding what we are going to do.
Tell me to what you pay attention and I will tell you who you are.
To wonder is to begin to understand.