If books were Persian carpets, one would not look only at the outer side. because it is the stitch that makes a carpet wear, gives it its life and bloom.

in California I began to think that, except on the beaches, no-one had the use of their legs.

With everything that happens to you, with everyone you meet who is important to you, you either die a little or are born.

Memory is the only friend of grief.

Wanting is the beginning of getting.

As one gets older being sad and miserable can become a bit of a habit. To counteract this, she suggests making a point of savoring such things as the tastiness of a piece of fruit, or other small things we might have been prone to overlook during our younger, busier days.

cleverness is a disease.