Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.

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

If youth did not matter so much to itself it would never have the heart to go on

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.