Rest, nature, books, music...such is my idea of happiness.

He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it

She had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.

He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.

If a man does not work at necessary and good things, then he will work at unnecessary and stupid things

ٰ"The Most difficult thing but an essential one – is to love Life, to love it even while one suffers, because Life is all, Life is God, and to love Life means to love God.

History would be an excellent thing if only it were true.