I want nothing from love, in short, but love.

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

One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.

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.

Total absence of humor renders life impossible.

beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water

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