In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers
Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.
He thought about himself and to the young that always brings sadness.
You wonโt arrive. It is an endless search.
Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.
When a man publishes a book, there are so many stupid things said that he declares he'll never do it again. The praise is almost always worse than the criticism.