One forgets so quickly one's own youth.
Lies had deserted me, and I felt as lonely as though they had been my only friends.
He had stylized himself--life was easier that way. He had chosen a physical mould just as writer chooses a technical form.
Oh well, perhaps when you're my age you'll know the heart is an untrustworthy beast.The mind too,but it doesn't talk about love.
Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.
Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil - or else an absolute ignorance.