happiness makes us older, less romantic, less in need of dreams. Discontent, not happiness, is the food of youth and poetry.

The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection, and not a fountain, to show them that we love them, not when we feel like it, but when they do.

Summer weather, like being in love,is a philosopher's stone which turns our ordinary days to gold. But not the whole day ... For it is never the whole day, never all our life which is transformed in any happiness, but only the exquisite moments.

Every search has its own momentum. It is why a search makes such an excellent plot for a film or story.

Perhaps the way with any obsession is to ignore it simply. Not to fight it, since it draws strength from any contact with us, whether hostile or friendly.

The sorrows we imagine are more profound and inconsolable than real life leaves us time for.

the urgent crowds out the essential.