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

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?

No worse fate can befall a young man or woman than becoming prematurely entrenched in prudence and negation.

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

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

I stood in the lee of an overhanging rock and thought of many things.

No, I don't admire the genius. But I admire and love the result of the genius's activity in the world, of which the great man is only the poor necessary tool, only, so to speak, the paltry awl to bore with.