To believe in God is to know that all the rules will be fair, and that there will be wonderful surprises.

Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.

Killing time is the chief end of our society.

We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.