It was nice standing out in the darkness, in the damp grass, with spring coming on and a feeling in my heart of imminent disaster.
But shouldn't all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?
The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things.
Just living is not enough. . . one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.
Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.
It's annoying when people confuse you with the character.
Mood can be as important as sense.
What point was there in pursuing an ever-elusive popularity?
Time is a monster that cannot be reasoned with. It responds like a snail to our impatience, then it races like a gazelle when you can't catch a breath.