It takes a lot to wound a man without illusions.

A man must be prepared to face life, as well as death, there's no escape from either.

Only people who're positive enough to have friends have enemies. When you're as glum and morose as he was, people just give up and go away.

Even a saint may take pleasure, in retrospect, in having been once desired

Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light.

Youth is no less vulnerable, by the very quality it has of making the heart ache that beholds and has lost it.

Death, after all, is the common expectation from birth. Neither heroes nor cowards can escape it.