We only do well the things we like doing.

The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

I have found my voice again and the art of using it.

Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.

On the first of May, with my comrades of the catechism class, I laid lilac, chamomile and rose before the altar of the Virgin, and returned full of pride to show my blessed posy. My mother laughed her irreverent laugh and, looking at my bunch of flowers, which was bringing the may-bug into the sitting-room right under the lamp, she said: Do you suppose it wasn't already blessed before?

I've entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles.