Gefallene Blätter, die in der Novembersonne auf dem Boden liegen, bringen mehr Glück als Osterglocken.
Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.
Literatur ist die Kunst, etwas zu verfassen, das mehrfach gelesen wird; Journalismus dagegen sollte sofort verstanden werden.
Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once.
Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.
The secret of success is to be in harmony with existence, to be always calm to let each wave of life wash us a little farther up the shore.
The true index of a man's character is the health of his wife.
The dread of lonliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.
