We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.

A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.

Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don't notice whether it's passing quickly or slowly.

I was afraid of looking into my heart...afraid of thinking seriously about anything...I did not want to know whether I was loved, and I did not want to admit to myself that I was not loved.

The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they've suddenly become nihilists.

Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late. It can give no pleasure, yet it deprives you of that most precious of rights - the right to swear and curse at your fate!

Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.