In his younger days a man dreams of possessing the heart of the woman whom he loves; later, the feeling that he possesses the heart of a woman may be enough to make him fall in love with her.

We exist only by virtue of what we possess, we possess only what is really present to us, and many of our memories, our moods, our ideas sail away on a voyage of their own until they are lost to sight! Then we can no longer take them into account in the total which is our personality. But they know of secret paths by which to return to us.

People can have many different kinds of pleasure. The real one is that for which they will forsake the others.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

Our shadows, now parallel, now close together and joined, traced an exquisite pattern at our feet.

We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can make for us, which no one can spare us, for our wisdom is the point of view from which we come at last to regard the world.

Now are the woods all black, But still the sky is blue.