Sadness is so ungrateful.

Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.

I really can't hate more than 5 or 10 years. Wouldn't it be terrible to be always burdened with those primary emotions you had at one time?

And there is not anything in the world stronger than tenderness.

The rice bowl is to me the most valid reason in the world for doing anything. A piece of one's soul to the multitudes in return for rice and wine does not seem to me a sacrilege.

No single crisis shapes a generation; but a succession of events, each one bringing its shaping blows to bear.

Love can never explain the loved one, my dear. It is the essence of wild unreason.