Some of my affectionate envious friends say, "You write too much." Maybe, I answer. But as long as the best of your little is worse than the worst of my much, I will keep on doing so.

To live is nothing more than to come here to die, to be what we were before being born, but with apprenticeship, experience, knowledge of cause, and perhaps with will.

The greatest assassin of life is haste, the desire to reach things before the right time which means overreaching them.

Love, you are eternal like springtime.

My only two weapons: time and silence.

I do not cut my life up into days but my days into lives, each day, each hour, an entire life.

Some of my affectionate envious friends say, "You write too much." Maybe, I answer. But as long as the best of your little is worse than the worst of my much, I will keep on doing so.