Youth is the period of harsh judgments, and a man seldom learns until he reaches thirty that human nature is made up not of simples, but of compounds.

Give the young half a chance and they will create their own future, they will even create their own heaven and earth.

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

What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

First, I was an idealist (that was early - fools are born, not made, you know); next I was a realist; now I am a pessimist, and, by Jove! if things get much worse I'll become a humorist.

If broken hearts could kill, the earth would be as dead as the moon.

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.