In any dispute, each side thinks it’s in the right and the other side is demons.
Someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something.
If there is any substitute for love, it is memory.
The primary purpose of education is not to teach you to earn your bread, but to make every mouthful sweeter.
I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.