It astounds us to come upon other egoists, as though we alone had the right to be selfish, and to be filled with eagerness to live.
When I think of all the books still left for me to read, I am certain of further happiness.
God does not believe in our God.
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
There are no friends; only moments of friendship.
Writing is the best way to talk without being interrupted.