Do not forget, some give little, and it is much for them, others give all, and it costs them no effort; who then has given most?

Today riches and honours have been lavished on me, but one gift has been lacking, the most important one of all, the only one that matters, the gift of youth.

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

I have gone to the forest.

There was a rock in front of my hut, a tall, gray rock. By its looks it seemed to be well-disposed toward me.

But things worked out. Everything works out. Though sometimes they work out sideways.

Were I more conversant with literature and its great names, I could go on quoting them ad infinitum and acknowledge my debt for the merit you have been generous enough to find in my work