Whatever a person may pray for, that person prays for a miracle. Every prayer comes down to this - Almighty God, grant that two times two not equal four.

I don't see why it's impossible to express everything that's on one's mind.

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

The past was a dream wasn't it? And who ever remembers dreams?

Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.