Once more I realized to what an extent earthly happiness is made to the measure of man. It is not a rare bird which we must pursue at one moment in heaven, at the next in our minds. Happiness is a domestic bird found in our own courtyards.

I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free.

There is only one woman in the world. One woman, with many faces.

Overdraw me, Lord, and who cares if I break.

Before me is the abyss. How can I leap across it? And if I do not leap, how shall I ever be able to reach God?

You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint the paradise, then in you go.

Every perfect traveler always creates the country where he travels.