Hope is a straw hat hanging beside a window covered with frost.

Boredom is that awful state of inaction when the very medicine - that is, activity - which could solve it, is seen as odious.

When he comes into a room, you give a little gasp, deep inside, far inside,' someone once said when trying to describe what it meant to love.

So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.

Thus we use our supposed "knowledge" of others to speak on their behalf, and condemn them for their words we ourselves put in their silent mouths.

To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room.

I had a desire to see something besides my own shores, if only to be content to return to them someday. If I wish to live in my native land and love her, it should not be out of ignorance.