We always weaken whatever we exaggerate.
When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.
The rich. You know why they're so odd? Because they can afford to be.
I want, I don’t want. How can one live with such a heart?
I believe if we can wait long enough that every honorable sorrow will become a kind of joy.
The greatest gift we give to someone who loves us is simply to be happy.
I, too, seem to be a connoisseur of rain, but it does not fill me with joy; it allows me to steep myself in a solitude I nurse like a vice I've refused to vanquish.