He was happiest when he did not have to think about his body — when he could forget that he had a body at all.

To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

It is intoxicating joy for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and to forget himself.

The more he withdrew from the world around him, the more wonderful became his dreams.

If the fear is released or dispelled, he will have peace of mind.

My success is that I was able to forget with the greatest pleasure all those things that were obstacles in my life.

He was part of my dream, of course — but then I was part of his dream, too.

He who sings scares away his woes.

I fell asleep thinking of him,
and he came to me.
If I had known it was only a dream
I would never have awakened.

"let us sleep," he said and he felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet, making an alliance against death with him.

Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.

I wish sometimes that I just didn't have to think about any of this, and could drone away my life. It would be easier.

I can’t say I altogether blame the man (which is doubtless a great relief to his mind).