Heaven knows that there are plenty of opportunities in later life, too, for being carried away. What of it? We remain what we are and, no doubt, it is all very good for us!

There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe, and to think idly and slowly as one does it.

But what really matters is not what you believe but the faith and conviction with which you believe.

Small jerks began to appear in my legs, my walk became unsteady precisely because I wanted it to be smooth.

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.

The heavy red roses smoldering in the foggy morning, blood-colored and uninhibited, made me greedy, and tempted me powerfully to steal one--I asked the prices merely so I could come as near them as possible.

The whisper of the blood and the pleading of the bone marrow.