No one ever loved anyone the way that person wanted to be loved.
The neurotic believes that life has meaning, but that his life hasn't.
When first we fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life, and perhaps we are right.
Despair is anger with no place to go.
We come late, if at all, to wine and philosophy: whiskey and action are easier.
Tragedy isn't getting something, or failing to get it; it's losing something you already have.