Youth is not a question of years: one is young or old from birth.
There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.
Some people make it hard for me to believe in universal evolution.
Like all religions, love has more believers than practitioners.
Being other than normal is a perilous advantage.
A thought falls like a ripe fruit from the tree of idleness.