Youth is the season of tragedy and despair. Youth is the time when one's whole life is entangled in a web of identity, in a perpetual maze of seeking and of finding, of passion and of disillusion, of vague longings and of nameless griefs, of pity that is a blade in the heart, and of 'all the little emptiness of love.

That was the worst of being poor, you couldn't give the right things in sickness.

There is no state of satisfaction, because to himself no man is a success.

What depresses me is the inevitable way the second rate forges ahead and the deserving is left behind.

The age is a vociferous one, and no prophet is without honor who is able to strike an attitude and to speak loud enough to make himself heard.

there are times when life surprises one, and anything may happen, even what one had hoped for.

The worst thing about war is that so many people enjoy it.