Happiness is a how not a what. A talent, not an object.

To be able to throw one's self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman's smile - that is happiness.

Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.

To study history means submitting to chaos and nevertheless retaining faith in order and meaning.

One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.