I write to be a part of something – a world made up of words and ideas, which are sometimes painfully criticized, gratefully loved and can never be destroyed.
We fill our lives with meaning by serving endlessly and by learning to transcend our consciousness to a higher consciousness.
The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to us to be a victim. In the case of some men, compassion for a woman exceeds all measure and transports her to an unreal, entirely imaginary world.
The view reminded of the Haitain proverb “Beyond mountains there are mountains” which meant that when you’d solved one problem, you couldn’t rest because you had to go on and solve the next.
Love is splendid light.
As if the night has been created for the writers and as if the silence of it is the very inspiration itself!
Even if everybody says it’s impossible, with determination, there is always something you can do. The last thing is to give up without trying.
Do it double, because some can’t do it at all.
For it is in your power to retire into yourself whenever you choose.
Moral character is assessed not by what a man knows but by what he loves