“Even the contemplative life is only an effort, Nora my dear, to hide the body so the feet won’t stick out.”
“This is not good. This is not right. My feet stick out of bed all night. And when I pull them in, oh dear! My head sticks out of bed out here!”
“Sometimes you can hide just as effectively by sticking out.”
“Was there any woman in the world quite like Nora? He was so glad she existed; even more glad there was only one of her.”
“My dear Tartini, one’s life is so sweet and precious that even honey tastes like salt in comparison!”
“if i can only recount the story of my life right out of my body flames will grow”