Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.
Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, halfway down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waves swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad.
The way to write well is to live intensely.
Yield to that strange passion which sends you madly whirling round the room.
The future is dark, which is the best thing the future can be, I think.
Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing?