A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?
Happiness, Nature, Sorrow
We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
Happiness
Nature cares nothing for logic, our human logic: she has her own, which we do not recognize and do not acknowledge until we are crushed under its wheel.
Life, Nature
It seemed to us that all people to a greater or lesser degree belong to one of these two types, that almost every one of us resembles either Don Quixote or Hamlet.
Humanity, Human Nature, Tragedy
The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
People, Children, Tomorrow
That's what children are for - that their parents may not be bored.
Children, Parents