There are books which one should not attempt before having passed the age of forty.

A being afire with life cannot foresee death; in fact, by each of his deeds he denies that death exists.

The landscape of my days appears to be composed, like mountainous regions, of varied materials heaped up pell-mell. There I see my nature, itself composite, made up of equal parts of instinct and training. Here and there protrude the granite peaks of the inevitable, but all about is rubble from the landslips of chance.

To stay in one place and watch the seasons come and go is tanatmount to constant travel: One is traveling with the earth.

Of all our games, love's play is the only one which threatens to unsettle the soul.

For my part I have sought liberty more than power, and power only because it can lead to freedom. What interested me was not a philosophy of the free man (all who try that have proved tiresome), but a technique: I hoped to discover the hinge where our will meets and moves with destiny, and where discipline strengthens, instead of restraining, our nature.

The world is big … May it please the One who perchance is to expand the human heart to life's full measure.