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.

Borrowed illusions are better than none.

Energy had fastened upon her like a disease.

So long as one is able to pose one has still much to learn about suffering.

women love with their imagination and men with their senses.

It is only in the heart that anything really happens.

Mediocrity would always win by force of numbers, but it would win only more mediocrity.