A young man must let his ideas grow, not be continually rooting them up to see yow they are getting on.
The worldly relations of men and women often form an equation that cancels out without warning when some insignificant factor has been added to either side.
There is far too much talk of love and grief benumbing the faculties, turning the hair gray, and destroying a man's interest in his work. Grief has made many a man look younger.
There are some men whom a staggering emotional shock, so far from making them mental invalids for life, seems, on the other hand, to awaken, to galvanize, to arouse into an almost incredible activity of soul.
Woman dwell always in the palace of unpalatable truth and never by any chance is there a magic talisman to save them from their destiny. Speech is their ultimate need. We men exist for them only in so far as we can be described.
Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!