We are never so poor that we cannot bless another human being, are we? So it is that every evil, whether moral or material, results in good. You'll see.

We do know that no one gets wise enough to really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try.

Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.

There are people who are always, I think, going to remain people of the book, to use another author's title, but people of the book, who really must be around.

Sometimes a person's monstrosity seems superhuman.

I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that. And living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on Earth.