The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.

Is not man himself the most unsettled of all the creatures of the earth? What is this trembling sensation that is intensified with each ascending step in the natural order?

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

Each of us is the only person who can give the other what each of us wants to have: Peace.

We know well enough when we're being unjust and despicable. but we don't restrain ourselves because we experience a certain pleasure, a primitive sort of satisfaction in moments like that.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist.

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.