But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.

The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

Do we mean love, when we say love?

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

I did not want to write, but I had to resign myself to it in the end.

The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.

And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.