But what are years, what are months!" he would exclaim. "Why count the days, when even one day is enough for man to know all happiness.

Forgive me... for my love -for ruining you with my love.

I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am a most unpleasant man.

Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends.

For broad understanding and deep feeling, you need pain and suffering.

Intelligence alone is not nearly enough when it comes to acting wisely.

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