a good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

If no one else, the dying must notice how unreal, how full of pretense, is all that we accomplish here, where nothing is allowed to be itself.

Your preparation for the real world is not in the answers you’ve learned, but in the questions you’ve learned how to ask yourself.

When we are only victorious over small things, it leaves us feeling small.

Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you out of the distant path, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission.

You must change your life.