One forgets so quickly one's own youth.
He was impregnably armored by his good intentions and his ignorance.
Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.
...every monologue sooner or later becomes a discussion.
There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in...We should be thankful we cannot see the horrors and degradations lying around our childhood, in cupboards and bookshelves, everywhere.
Despair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.