No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes

The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.

Still, life had a way of adding day to day

Outside the trees dragged their leaves like nets through the depths of the air; the sound of water was in the room and through the waves came the voices of birds singing.

It is impossible for human beings, constituted as they are, both to fight and to have ideals.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning?