A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.

We only do well the things we like doing.

A few days later, I found my mother beneath the tree, motionless with excitement, her head turned toward the heavens in which she would allow human religions no place.

At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.

Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.

The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.

No one asked you to be happy. Get to work.