There are such moments in life, when, in order for heaven to open, it is necessary for a door to close.

Everything in this world can volunteer some reply, what takes up time is posing the questions.

The wisest man I ever knew in my whole life could not read or write. At four o'clock in the morning, when the promise of a new day still lingered over French lands, he got up from his pallet and left for the fields, taking to pasture the half-dozen pigs whose fertility nourished him and his wife.

The possibility of the impossible, dreams and illusions, are the subject of my novels.

but it is also true, if this brings her any consolation, that if, before every action, we were to begin weighing up the consequences, thinking about them in earnest, first the immediate consequences, then the probably, then the possible, then the imaginable ones, we should never move beyond the point where our first thought brought us to a halt.

There are such moments in life, when, in order for heaven to open, it is necessary for a door to close.

Your questions are false if you already know the answer.