It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.

The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give.

Conscience represents a fetich to which good people sacrifice their own happiness, bad people their neighbors'.

To a thrifty theologian, bent on redemption with economy, there are few points of ethics too fine-spun for splitting.

women love with their imagination and men with their senses.

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.

Few forms of life are so engaging as birds.