The insolence of time is like a blow in the face from an unseen enemy.
nothing is as conventional as adolescence.
Weakness is a great bully without knowing it.
... Love never forgets; or if it does, it is an imperfect love, like the beautiful love of a dog, faithful and unreasoning.
One must desire something to be alive; perhaps absolute satisfaction is only another name for Death.
Some time in our lives every man and woman of us, putting out our hands toward the stars, touch on either side our prison walls the immutable limitations of temperament