I know the next best thing is often the very best.

My major regret in life is that my childhood was unnecessarily lonely.

My yardstick is how somebody treats me.

So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived

think of nothing things think of wind

Let's take everything just as it is.

I despise people who can't control themselves.