The measure of civilized behavior is compassion.
Pain does not create a long-lasting memory, but the memory of luxury exerts itself for ever.
I think I understand passion. Love is something else.
I don't want to be the honored guest. I want to be the invisible person.
The conversation, like many others I had with people on trains, derived an easy candour from the shared journey, the comfort of the dining car, and the certain knowledge that neither of us would see each other again.
One of the cardinal principles of Buddhism, the principle of neglect.