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.

God sends rain, but He also sends hoods; and when the rain grows heavier, He sends a cave.

I was ill before I fell ill.

Throughout my life, my greatest benefactors have been my dreams and my travels; very few men, living or dead, have helped me in my struggle.

When I encounter a sunrise, a painting, a woman, or an idea that makes my heart bound like a young calf, then I know I am standing in front of happiness.

Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality.

The heart unites whatever the mind separates, pushes on beyond the arena of necessity and transmutes the struggle into love.