People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.

The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.

Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they are in love with somebody.

They ravaged neither the rivers nor the forest, and if they irrigated, they took as little water as would serve their needs. The land and all that it bore they treated with consideration; not attempting to improve it, they never desecrated it.

The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.

No nation has ever produced great art that has not made a high art of cookery, because art appeals primarily to the senses.

It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of.