What man wants is simply independent choice, whatever that independence may cost and wherever it may lead.

And you're sorry that the ephemeral beauty has faded so rapidly, so irretrievably, that it flashed so deceptively and pointlessly before your eyes - you're sorry, for you didn't even have time to fall in love.

... what you need more than anything in life is a definite position.

To be too conscious is an illness. A real thorough going illness.

A hundred suspicions don't make a proof.

You will have many enemies, but even your foes will love you. Life will bring you many misfortunes, but you will find your happiness in them, and will bless life and will make others bless it-which is what matters most.

Life [had] replaced logic.