Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.

It was when I was happiest that I longed most...The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing...to find the place where all the beauty came from.

Give up yourself, and you will find your real self. Lose your life and you will save it.

Here. All of you. And you, doorkeeper. No one is to be let out of the house today. And anyone I catch talking about this young lady will be first beaten to death and then burned alive and after that be kept on bread and water for six weeks. There.

It certainly is my opinion that a book worth reading only in childhood is not worth reading even then.

Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do.

There are no variations except for those who know a norm, and no subtleties for those who have not grasped the obvious.