After all, life hasn't much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.

It's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be.

All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

But he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy ambition, of hope more sordid than despair, of incessant passage up or down.

And he could not tell why the struggle was worthwhile, why he had determined to use the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed... He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. I know myself," he cried, "But that is all.

Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.