It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.
But youth isn't happy. Youth is sadder than age.
The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.
Life is never what one dreams. It is seldom what one desires, but for the vital spirit and the eager mind, the future will always hold the search for buried treasure and the possibility of high adventure.
Theories have nothing to do with life.
No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book.