The langour of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost! The zest, the generous affections, the illusions, the despair, all the traditional attributes of Youth - all save this come and go with us through life...These things are a part of life itself; but languor - the relaxation of yet unwearied sinews, the mind sequestered and self-regarding, the sun standing still in the heavens and the earth throbbing to our own pulse - that belongs to Youth alone and dies with it.

Suffering is none the less acute and much more lasting when it is put into words.

Not everyone grows to be old, but everyone has been younger than he is now.

Don't hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them.

I think to be oversensitive about cliches is like being oversensitive about table manners.

I have no technical psychological interest; it is drama, speech,and events that interest me.

I've always been bad. Probably I shall be bad again, punished again. But the worse I am, the more I need God. I can't shut myself out from His mercy. ... Or it may be a private bargain between me and God, that if I give up this one thing I want so much, however bad I am, He won't quite despair of me in the end.