Misunderstanding women is a clear sign of scant virility.

You see things less clearly when you open your eyes too wide.

Whenever I look at a mountain I always expect it to turn into a volcano.

There are three things I always forget. Names, faces and... the third I can't remember.

Health doesn't analyze itself, nor does it look at itself in the mirror. Only we sick people know something about ourselves.

Everyone tends to remember the past with greater fervor as the present gains greater importance.

To kill someone, even treacherously is more manly than to wound a friend by betraying his confidence.

It is comfortable to live in the belief that you are great, though your greatness is latent.

Tears throw a veil over our faults and allow us to accuse fate without fear or contradiction.

Everyone remembers his past with greater vividness as the present becomes more important. Dying men in their last delirium are supposed to see their whole life spread out before them.

Pain and love - the whole of life, in short - cannot be looked on as a disease just because they make us suffer.

Your biggest failure becomes your best teacher.

In books I have traveled, not only to other worlds, but into my own. I learned who I was and who I wanted to be, what I might aspire to, and what I might dare to dream about my world and myself.

The temperature of my blood dropped several degrees, and I took a step back. My heart quickened. "Storm?" I prompted, looking at the boxes on the dock labeled "non-perishable.

We will do well when young people, when working-class people come out. We do not do well when the voter turnout is not large. We did not do as good a job as I had wanted to bring out a large turnout.

It's very hard to remain a student in life.

What a testing of character adversity is.

I've always gone for a kind of perfection.

My wife and I are art collectors and architectural crazies.

How wicked I was to wish that something dramatic would happen!' she thought. 'Oh, if we could only have those dear, monotonous, pleasant days back again! I would *never* grumble about them again.