Now he discovered that secret from which one never quite recovers, that even in the most perfect love one person loves less profoundly than the other. There may be two equally good, equally gifted, equally beautiful, but theremay never be two that love one another equally well.

Pride, avarice, and envy are in every home.

[Whenever] you get near the human race, there's layers and layers of nonsense.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

But there comes a time in everybody's life when he must decide whether he'll live among human beings or nota fool among fools or a fool alone.

A sense of humor judges one's actions and the actions of others from a wider reference. It pardons shortcomings, it consoles failure.

Those who are silent, self-effacing and attentive become the recipients of confidences.