A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?

Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that's all!

I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.

Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don't have far to go, either.

The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.

He was the soul of politeness to everyone -- to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.

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