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

Never in my life have I feared death as much as I feared that resurrection.

The sole way to save oneself is to save others. Or to struggle to save others -even that is sufficient.

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?

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.

Yes, there is weeping, even in heaven, but it is for those who are still crawling on the earth.

All my life one of my greatest desires has been to travel-to see and touch unknown countries, to swim in unknown seas, to circle the globe, observing new lands, seas, people, and ideas with insatiable appetite, to see everything for the first time and for the last time, casting a slow, prolonged glance, then to close my eyes and feel the riches deposit themselves inside me calmly or stormily according to their pleasure, until time passes them at last through its fine sieve, straining the quintessence out of all the joys and sorrows.