Regret is an appalling waste of time.

Oh, how quickly things changed! Why didn't happiness last for ever? For ever wasn't a bit too long.

Regret is an appalling waste of time.

What is it with me? Am I absolutely nobody, but merely inordinately vain? I do not know…. But I am most fearfully unhappy. That is all. I am so unhappy that I wish I was dead—yet I should be mad to die when I have not yet lived at all.

... I'd always rather be with people who loved me too little rather than with people who loved me too much.

What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.

Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different.