I would like to travel light on this journey of life, to get rid of the encumbrances I acquire each day.

That's the way things come clear. All of a sudden. And then you realize how obvious they've been all along.

Qui plussait, plus se tait. French, you know. The more a man knows, the less he talks.

Love can't be pinned down by a definition, and it certainly can't be proved, any more than anything else important in life can be proved.

Love. That was what she had that IT did not have.

In your language you have a form of poetry called the sonnet…There are fourteen lines, I believe, all in iambic pentameter. That’s a very strict rhythm or meter…And each line has to end with a rigid pattern. And if the poet does not do it exactly this way, it is not a sonnet…But within this strict form the poet has complete freedom to say whatever he wants…You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.

My dear, I'm seldom sure of anything. Life at best is a precarious business, and we aren't told that difficult or painful things won't happen, just that it matters. It matters not just to us but to the entire universe.