Understanding, above all, is a gift we should never offer uninvited.

We are perverse creatures and never satisfied.

children are not undeveloped versions of adult people: they are a different race of beings: they are children.

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

We love those we are happy with. We do. For how else can we know we love them, or how else define loving?

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.

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.