I am a butterfly drunk with life. I don't know where to soar, but I won't allow life to clip my beautiful wings.
A hundred children, a hundred individuals who are people--not people-to-be, not people of tomorrow, but people now, right now--today.
When does the loneliness of old age begin?
You will go on blundering, for only he who does nothing avoids errors.
My greatest fault is that I am no longer a child
I have signed a pact with life: we will not get in each other's way