“If I read a book that impresses me, I have to take myself firmly by the hand, before I mix with other people; otherwise they would think my mind rather queer.”

As long as you can look fearlessly at the sky, you’ll know that your pure within and will find happiness once more.

Sometimes I think God is trying to test me, both now and in the future. I’ll have to become a good person on my own, without anyone to serve as a model or advise me, but it’ll make me stronger in the end.

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.

In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.

The world has plenty of room, riches, money and beauty. Let us begin by dividing it more fairly.

I wonder if anyone can ever succeed in making their children content.

I believe in the sun, even when it rains.

I believe in the sun, even when it rains.

I’ve learned one thing: you can only really get to know a person after a row. Only then can you judge their true character!

I’ve learned one thing: you can only really get to know a person after a row. Only then can you judge their true character!

Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. But the happiness in your heart can only be dimmed; it will always be there as long as you live, to make you happy again.

Sympathy, Love, Fortune. We all have these qualities but still tend to not use them!

I think a lot, but I don’t say much.

Live with the objective of being happy.

Men are held in great esteem in all parts of the world, so why shouldn’t women have their share?

In the future I’m going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.

But everything of value about me is in my books.

Making a book is such a big enterprise.

There is something incomparably thrilling in first opening a brand new book.

I slipped the book into my pocket. I assure you to leave off reading was like tearing myself away from the shelter of an old and solid friendship.

Books like friends, should be few and well-chosen.

I feel that at any stage of my literary career it could have been said that the last book contained all the others.

Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.

Whatever extra there is in me at any given moment isn’t fully formed. I am hardly aware of it; it awaits the next book. It will – with luck – come to me during the actual writing, and it will take me by surprise