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.

anger and jealousy are spasms of the nerves, not of the heart.

To drink for pleasure may be a distraction, but to drink from misery is always a danger.

There is no monster more destructive than the inventive mind that has outstripped philosophy.

What fools people are when they think they can make two lives belong together by saying words over them.

Youth is always an enemy to the old.

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