Provoking, isn't it? that when one is most in need of sensible words, one finds them not.

If I am destined to be happy with you here—how short is the longest Life—I wish to believe in immortality—I wish to live with you for ever.

Is it not beautiful to discover a new path to your destiny and decorate it with the beauty of your imagination?

Nothing conceivable is so petty, so insipid, so crowded with paltry interests, in one word, so anti-poetic, as the life of a man in the United States.

He stood at the table facing Flora and blowing heavily on his tea and staring at her. Flora did not mind. It was quite interesting: like having tea with a rhinoceros.

Our story may have any number of endings, but it begins with a singular choice we make today

In the early days, I often felt that I was taking a math test when we were playing. It was a profound feeling of having to prove myself.

If I define my neighbor as the one I must go out to look for, on the highways and byways, in the factories and slums, on the farms and in the mines, then my world changes.

If you want to cry, you're not going to like my books.

He is in a constant state of stage fright, he says, because he never knows what part of his life he is going to have to act in next

The only way to maintain a moderate sum of happiness in this life, is not to worry about the future or regret the past too much