We're asleep until we love.

Talent is the capacity to direct concentrated attention upon the subject: "the gift of seeing what others have not seen.

We imagine that when we are thrown out of our usual ruts all is lost, but it is only then that what is new and good begins. While there is life there is happiness. There is much, much before us.

It's all God's will: you can die in your sleep, and God can spare you in battle.

There is no genius where there is not simplicity.

The only happy marriages I know are arranged ones.

Is it possible to say what one really feels?