To young people the future is still long.
Our desires have a way of getting bigger with our incomes.
Many people misjudge the permanent effect of sorrow, and their capacity to live in the past.
Magnifying a matter is not the way to mend it.
I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?
As regards plot I find real life no help at all. Real life seems to have no plots. And as I think a plot desirable and almost necessary, I have this extra grudge against life.