Yes,' muttered Jon, 'life's beastly short. One wants to life forever and know everything.' 'And love everybody?' 'No,' cried Jon; 'I only want to lov… - John Galsworthy

It isn't enough to love people because they're good to you, or because in some way or other you're going to get something by it. We have to love because we love loving.

Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and color are always, wild!

Zilele de naştere sunt - ca şi sărbătorile Crăciunului - pline de decepţii. O veselie artificială, confecţionată din vreme, un revolver la tâmplă, cu îndemnul: Dezlănţuie-te! Bucură-te!