Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure.
You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing,
Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.
Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young…
Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have.
Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily — weak people, in other words…
