...sometimes we ask ourselves why happiness took so long to arrive, why it didn't come sooner, but appears suddenly, as now, when we've given up hope of it ever arriving, it's likely then that we won't know what to do, and rather than it being a question of choosing between laughter and tears, we will be filled by a secret anxiety to which we might not know how to respond at all.

The wise man contents himself with what he has, until such time as he invents something better.

Forgive me if what has seemed little to you, to me is all.

There is nothing healthier for a man than to walk on his own two legs.

I do not just write, I write what I am. If there is a secret, perhaps that is it.

That it's possible not to see a lie even when it's in front of us.

Liking is probably the best form of ownership, and ownership the worst form of liking.