The wise man contents himself with what he has, until such time as he invents something better.
Jose Saramagoblindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.
Jose SaramagoThe 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.
Jose Saramago