The horse is the only animal into which one can bang nails.

In the most complete friendship there is always a little empty space, like the space in an egg.

The horse is the only animal into which one can bang nails.

If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.

I am afraid I shall not find him, but I shall still look for him, for if he exists, he may be appreciative of my efforts.

I find that when I do not think of myself I do not think at all.

The profession of letters is, after all, the only one in which one can make no money without being ridiculous.