Everything in this world has a hidden meaning.

Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and *look* for trouble.

Every obstacle in his journey became a milestone, an occasion for further triumph. We have a model in front of us now, a model who blazes our trail and gives us strength.

To cleave that sea [the Aegean] in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.

Time is round, and it rolls quickly.

God changes appearances every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises. One moment he is a glass of fresh water, the next, your son bouncing on your knees or an enchanting woman, or perhaps merely a morning walk.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.