“A man’s age is something impressive, it sums up his life.”

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.

If you come at four in the afternoon, I’ll begin to be happy by three.

It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others.

The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.

There is no hope of joy except in human relations.

There is nothing that can equal the treasure of so many shared memories.

Love consists of not looking each other in the eye, but of looking outwardly in the same direction.

I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.

But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.

How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.

Real love begins where nothing is expected in return.

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

Age is a measurement of time. Time is your most valuable resource, without it you have nothing.

The pride of youth is in strength and beauty, the pride of old age is in discretion.

We will never reach an age in life where there is nothing to learn.

But can one still make resolutions when one is over forty? I live according to twenty-year-old habits.

Too chaste a youth leads to a dissolute old age.

I’m excited about the aging process. I’m more interested in women who aren’t perfect. They’re more compelling.

If youth knew; if age could.

People think that their world will get smaller as they get older. My experience is just the opposite. Your senses become more acute. You start to blossom.