“He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they’d have no heart to start at all.”

You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don’t count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.

Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.

By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.

He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn’t know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren’t.

Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That’s right. Others come in to govern for them.

Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I’d always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.

The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.

There is for a man two things in life that are very important, head and shoulders above everything else. Find work you like, and find someone to live with you like. Very few people get both.

What joins men together is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.

It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don’t believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and love of blood.

There’s a difference between quittin and knowin when you’re beat.

People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn’t believe in that. Tomorrow wasn’t getting ready for them. It didn’t even know they were there.

I think by the time you’re grown you’re as happy as you’re goin to be. You’ll have good times and bad times, but in the end you’ll be about as happy as you was before. Or as unhappy. I’ve knowed people that just never did get the hang of it.

All the time you spend tryin to get back what’s been took from you there’s more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.

How can something drain and fill me all at once.

Love is the only freedom from attachment. When you love everything, you are attached to nothing.

The disease that knowledge brings is arrogance, and the disease that worship brings is showing off

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.

Remembrance is to the heart what water is to the fish. And what is the state of a fish that leaves water?

Envy, like flames, soars upwards.