I ought not to have listened to her,' he confided to me one day. 'One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace.

I was too young to know how to love her.

It is the missed opportunity that counts, and in a love that vainly yearns from behind prison bars you have perchance the love supreme.

All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.

That's the way they are. You must not hold it against them. Children should be very understanding of grown-ups.

You're not a man, you're a mushroom!

But games always cover something deep and intense, else there would be no excitement in them, no pleasure, no power to stir us.