At no time are we ever in such complete possession of a journey, down to its last nook and cranny, as when we are busy with preparations for it. After that, there remains only the journey itself, which is nothing but the process through which we lose our ownership of it.

The mind, by its very nature, persistently tries to live forever, resisting age and attempting to give itself a form... . When a person passes his prime and his life begins to lose true vigor and charm, his mind starts functioning as if it were another form of life; it imitates what life does, eventually doing what life cannot do.

Quite possibly, what I call happiness may coincide with what others call the moment of imminent danger

True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.

Beyond doubt, there was a certain splendor in pain, which bore a deep affinity to the splendor that lies hidden within strength.

His emotion evident in the glitter of his eyes.

It is a rather risky matter to discuss a happiness that has no need of words.