To write the lives of the great in separating them from their works necessarily ends by above all stressing their pettiness, because it is in their work that they have put the best of themselves.

The capacity to give one's attention to a sufferer is a very rare and difficult thing; it is almost a miracle; it is a miracle. Nearly all those who think they have the capacity do not possess it.

Death. An instantaneous state, without past or future. Indispensable for entering eternity.

For when two beings who are not friends are near each other there is no meeting, and when friends are far apart there is no separation.

Distance is the soul of beauty.

All the tragedies which we can imagine return in the end to the one and only tragedy: the passage of time.

Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.