Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they are in love with somebody.

What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart?

Sometimes falling in love may look like pure madness to those not experiencing it but that's only because they're not involved. Just because other people don't understand your feelings doesn't mean they're not real or they're not important. You have to trust yourself. Feel what you feel and don't worry about anyone else. Love is about you and your significant other, remember that.

This is reality, whether you like it or not--all those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth.

It is easy to pity when once one's vanity has been tickled.

The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

Merely having seen the season change in a country gave one the sense of having been there for a long time.