That is the dream of all novelists-that one of their characters will become 'somebody.'

We know that happiness is short-lived, that we fail to cherish it when it is within our grasp and value it only when it has vanished forever.

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

We've all had our moments of weakness, and if we manage to get through today without any, we'll be sure to have some tomorrow.

Men are all the same, they think that because they came out of the belly of a woman they know all there is to know about women.

...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.

I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.