If there were no girls like them in the world$$$ there would be no poetry.

Constant comparisons are the stamp of the foreigner; one continually translates manners and customs of a new country into terms of his own$$$ before he can fully comprehend them.

Well$$$ this I know: our best years are when we're working hardest and going right ahead when we can hardly see our way out.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

There are only two or three human stories$$$ and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never been told.

The qualities of a second-rate writer can easily be defined$$$ but the first-rate writer can only be experienced. It is just the thing in him which escapes analysis that makes him first-rate.

And that's what makes men happy$$$ believing in the mystery and importance of their own individual lives.

The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.

Some things are best learned in calm$$$ others in storm.

To fulfil the dreams of one's youth; that is the best that can happen to a man. No worldly success can take the place of that.