It Is In The Prime Of Youth

I Am Reading Sienkiewicz. What Tormenting Reading. What A Powerful Genius! And There Never Was Such A First-rate Writer Of The Second-rate Class.

I Could Have Protested Of Course, Who Says I Couldn't--i Could Have Risen To My Feet At Any Moment, Walked Up To Them, And--no Matter How Difficult It Would Have Been--made It Abundantly Clear That I Was Not Seventeen But Thirty. I Could Have--yet I Couldn't Because I Didn't Want To, The Only Thing I Wanted Was To Prove That I Was Not An Old-fashioned Boy!

Our Element Is Unending Immaturity.

Beauty Beheld In Solitude Is Even More Lethal.

When One Does Not Have What One Wants, One Must Want What One Has”: “i Have Had, You See, To Resort More And More To Very Small, Almost Invisible Pleasures, Little Extras. You've No Idea How Great One Becomes With These Little Details, It's Incredible How One Grows.