My life, which seems so simple and monotonous, is really a complicated affair of cafés where they like me and cafés where they don't, streets that are friendly, streets that aren't, rooms where I might be happy, rooms where I shall never be, looking-glasses I look nice in, looking-glasses I don't, dresses that will be lucky, dresses that won't, and so on.

He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people.

Have all beautiful things sad destinies?

Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.

I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know.

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

Human beings are struggling, and so they are egoists. But it's wrong to say that they are wholy cruel - it's a deformed view.