When you lose interest in anything, you also lose the memory for it.

A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.

The close and thoughtful observer more and more learns to recognize his limitations. He realizes that with the steady growth of knowledge more and more new problems keep on emerging.

We can stand only a certain amount of unhappiness; anything beyond that annihilates us or passes us by, leaving us apathethetic.

It's true that nothing in this world makes us so necessary to others as the affection we have for them.

Man is a simple being, and however rich, varied, and unfathomable he may be, the cycle of his situations is soon run through.

One cannot always be a hero, but one can always be a man.