First love is an astounding experience and if the object happens to be totally unworthy and love not really love at all, it makes little difference to the intensity of the pain.

Early poems are a thing it takes years to live down.

The great thing in life is not to be able to do things, because then they are always done for you.

Christmas, so long looming over everyone's head, finally surged up, buried everyone alive and ebbed away, leaving its victims distinctly cross.

If only life were one long crisis, everyone would be perfect.

But human nature cannot be content on a diet of honey and if there is nothing in one's life that requires pity, one must invent it; for to go through life unpitied would be an unthinkable loss.

There are few pleasures like really burrowing one's nose into sweet peas.