Nothing in life is ever as simple as we imagine.

Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.

If you have experienced an evening more exciting than any in your life, you're sad to see it end; and yet you still feel grateful that it happened.

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.

Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it

If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.

Memoirs give the knowledge about the author and his environment. They are different from biography. Memoirs do not get ahead, and the man who writes a biography looks at his future like at a very simple thing.