Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.

Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.

We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.

A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.

The only possible paradises are those we have lost

All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.