The supposed great misery of our century is the lack of time.
Love is the mystery between two people, not the identity.
Adulthood is not an age, but a stage of knowledge of self.
Wolves don't hunt singly, but always in pairs. The lone wolf was a myth.
I was too green to know that all cynicism masks a failure to cope - an impotence, in short; and that to despise all effort is the greatest effort of all.
His statement to himself should have been, 'I possess this now, therefore I am happy', instead of what it so Victorianly was: "I cannot possess this for ever, and therefore am sad."