The worst part of great poverty is that you become blind to it.

If there was an abundance of misery in the world, there was also sufficient joy, yes - as long as one knew where to look for it.

How can time be long or short? Time is without length or breadth. The question is, what happened during its passing. And what happened is, our lives have been joined together.

Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.

Birth and death - what could be more monstrous than that? We like to deceive ourselves and call it wondrous and beautiful and majestic, but it's freakish, let's face it.

In the end, it’s all a question of balance.