Pride, avarice, and envy are in every home.
All excellence is equally difficult.
That's the advantage of having lived sixty-five years. You don't feel the need to be impatient any longer.
The stuff of which masterpieces are made drifts about the world waiting to be clothed in words.
Even in the most perfect love one person loves less profoundly than the other.
How terrifying and glorious the role of man if, indeed, without guidance and without consolation he must create from his own vitals the meaning for his existence and write the rules whereby he lives.