If I had my life to live over again, I would ask that not a thing be changed, but that my eyes be opened wider.

On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.

We spend our lives talking about this mystery. Our life.

Style is to forget all styles.

At the bottom of all patriotism there is war: that is why I am no patriot.

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

How describe the delicate thing that happens when a brilliant insect alights on a flower? Words, with their weight, fall upon the picture like birds of prey.